the price of infamy, an hero...
If planning for the future lets you know you have one, why the hell am I half heartedly dragging this toothbrush over my teeth? I watched myself laboriously with my puffy red eyes muster all my strength to pull my arm in broad horizontal stroke in an attempt to wash this bitter taste from my mouth. To no avail.God, tell me about dire straits. I called my pastor and church buddy and they didn’t pick up.
posted by El Chupacabra @ 11:51 PM
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