No time to chatter. Things to do. People to mame. Body parts to rub. The clock is ticking so I shall leave you with this:
"'Bitch, bitch, bitch,' he said, unbuckling his belt. 'Doom. Gloom. All I ever hear.' He took his pants off, his shirt, his underwear. 'I think you oughta have sense enough to take advantage of my unnatural state.' He looked down. 'I mean, look at this unnatural state.'
She laughed. 'It won't last.'
'But it will,' he said, climbing into the sand-colored temperfoam, 'that's what's so
unnatural about it.'"
Classic.
"'Bitch, bitch, bitch,' he said, unbuckling his belt. 'Doom. Gloom. All I ever hear.' He took his pants off, his shirt, his underwear. 'I think you oughta have sense enough to take advantage of my unnatural state.' He looked down. 'I mean, look at this unnatural state.'
She laughed. 'It won't last.'
'But it will,' he said, climbing into the sand-colored temperfoam, 'that's what's so
unnatural about it.'"
Classic.
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Ooo ooo one time we went behind this Party Superstore and found it COMPLETELY full of Easter Bunny chocolates and shitloads of candy that hadn't been opened or even out of their crates. We loaded his tiny hatchback full of it and went downtown giving easter candy to bums. It was fan tucking tastic!!