I'm sorry to disappoint you. But it's true.
I'm a Stepford Wife.
Or this is all a fucked up dream.
Or maybe I fucked a Stepford Wife. In a dream.
That still doesn't explain the squirrel.
I've been living off of Sun Chips and Water. At least for the past hour. My 6-pack has become a keg and I am very unhappy about this. It's time to do more things that don't involve a chair.
We will celebrate with a tribute to the God of the Wombats (also me) and present the gift of a sacrificed virgin olive. The roar of the Wombats shall strike fear into the hearts of tiny fruit throughout the world! So I declare!
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<-- Joey.
<-- A Pirate.
<-- Joey saw a Pirate.
<-- As it turned out, the Pirate was undead.
<-- The smell of an undead Pirate made Joey lose his 'sketi-o's.
<-- Because Joey ran away from the evil undead Pirate instead of saving the town, the mayor turned him into a big chicken.
<-- His mom still loved him. even though Joey was no longer a man.
The moral of the story is... You tell me. (No, really tell me. I'm curious!)
I'm a Stepford Wife.
Or this is all a fucked up dream.
Or maybe I fucked a Stepford Wife. In a dream.
That still doesn't explain the squirrel.
I've been living off of Sun Chips and Water. At least for the past hour. My 6-pack has become a keg and I am very unhappy about this. It's time to do more things that don't involve a chair.
We will celebrate with a tribute to the God of the Wombats (also me) and present the gift of a sacrificed virgin olive. The roar of the Wombats shall strike fear into the hearts of tiny fruit throughout the world! So I declare!
( The views expressed throughout this post are the views of the writer, and do not necessarily reflect the views of this blog, persons employed with this blog, or businesses and sponsors affiliated with this blog.)
<-- Joey.
<-- A Pirate.
<-- Joey saw a Pirate.
<-- As it turned out, the Pirate was undead.
<-- The smell of an undead Pirate made Joey lose his 'sketi-o's.
<-- Because Joey ran away from the evil undead Pirate instead of saving the town, the mayor turned him into a big chicken.
<-- His mom still loved him. even though Joey was no longer a man.
The moral of the story is... You tell me. (No, really tell me. I'm curious!)