Random Writings from a Laced Madwoman
I feel ways about stuff.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
What Seth Said.
"Yum!" I chirped as I drained the bottle of Drano. "Tastes like chicken...chicken that cleans a clogged toilet." Then I died all like 'bleh.'
The End.
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