Literally-I may have broken my toe today, and I have never been subject to so many injuries, indignities and simple assaults on my psyche. It's like one big attempted murder that's cutting my paychecks.
I speak the language of muffins. I know their poetry...and their prose.
I speak the language of muffins. I know their poetry...and their prose.
2 comments:
no shit, you speak the language of muffins?
I speak the language of shortbread!
we should put together an anthology.
that job attempts to kill everyone, duhhh.
you missed out last night. good conversation and beer-a-plenty.
hope your toe feels better mister.
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