But this is comedy gold:
http://www.theglobeandmail.com/servlet/story/RTGAM.20060313.wmissdeaf0314/BNStory/International/
14.3.06
9.3.06
No, I do not have balls. It's just a saying.
Dear Diary,
First, I'd like to explain my prolonged absence. This morbidly obsese woman who works next to me had a full-body rash recently and described it in great detail to several people. It caused me such emotional distress that I lost the use of my arms for a while.
Second, I would like to provide a brief list of people/entities who can lick my balls:
- Peggy at Bank of America
- Creepy old man security guard who DEMANDS that I acknowledge his presence when I walk in or out of the lobby of my building.
- The sea hags I work with who think they are smarter than me. than I.
- The Department of Motor Vehicles
More later.
Love, Fluffy
First, I'd like to explain my prolonged absence. This morbidly obsese woman who works next to me had a full-body rash recently and described it in great detail to several people. It caused me such emotional distress that I lost the use of my arms for a while.
Second, I would like to provide a brief list of people/entities who can lick my balls:
- Peggy at Bank of America
- Creepy old man security guard who DEMANDS that I acknowledge his presence when I walk in or out of the lobby of my building.
- The sea hags I work with who think they are smarter than me. than I.
- The Department of Motor Vehicles
More later.
Love, Fluffy
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