I think I have a problem. I have been extremely randy lately. It is almost comical. This morning I awoke to a pounding head and a few extra inches. I literally wanted to go on a rampage of apocalyptic proportions.
Rampage of consumption, and destruction. My implement of said destruction? My destroyer.
I think constantly having this phenomenon I might get the cancer, or worse the aids. I get rid of the poison as soon as I can but it seems it just brims again less than a minute later.
I can do things that help, but think what would happen if I moved the skin on my arm around incessantly. I think it would fall off. I would hate to see that skin fall off.
I am sure I could find a monkey to help me. But that’s not what I want they are all hairy and smell like bum. Can a man really live like this?
4 comments:
Holy Christ. This is the funniest thing I've read in weeks.
no your right they smell like foot.
haha, omg, but should'nt that be good?
hahahhahahhaha, omg.
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