Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Who Did Your Boobs?

Well shave my ass and call me Lazlo! This place is looking as lonely as a septic tank on prom night! Must be Bruce's armpits, stinking up the joint... Many a lost thought have come here to die, and die they do, darling... Like the buds of May.

Bitter, though, she's gluttoning for some appreciation. Here is the question of the hour: How many nights must I cry myself to sleep before finally overcoming my greatest fear?

Please send your responses (along with a one dollar bill) to:
Party of One Drive
Lonesome Hwy 61, CA

Not really.... Duh! Just comment if you want. Explain what the fuck you are doing in here and make it sassy!