I would equate the IKEA experience to standing in line for two and a half hours with a shattering hangover next to a guy wearing too much cologne and his…
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Month: October 2017
It begins with a syrupy carnival organ and a left hand absent-mindedly dropping a note on the piano keys, from there unearthing a familiar earworm that makes you think you…
There once was a man quite the louse whose wandering eye left his house Said, If gender be damned why can’t vows be flim-flammed? Now identifies as his neighbor’s spouse
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Godzilla’s pornography
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That which makes Schroeder horny
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I carry my hope in my back pocket like a plug of tobacco and every time I bite off a chaw, there is that much less left behind. Soon my…
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My back is so firmly against the wall, I have to step outside to button my shirt. TFG
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There’s a hole being dug with your name on it So mind yourself that your not piling shame on it There’s a meadow waiting for your remains Where you’ll finally…
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My sleepless nights are bottled up, corked and labeled and in the darkness predawn I carry them down to the cellar never to be revisited. Most are of…
I was around seven or eight years old when I got word of a kid whose father had a garage full of brand new GI Joe’s, that you could…
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