Wednesday, April 6, 2005

Said the tulip to the oak, “It’s Wednesday. Hump Day. Let’s have crazy mink sex and finish wherever we please.”

I’ve been raped, dear reader, violated in the nostrils. Congestion. Headache. And the ragweed didn’t even have the decency to leave her number, even a bum one.

Outsourced. Get out as quickly as you can.