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By it dosent matter Date: 2007 Feb 22 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.22.11.53.17029]] |
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in the true words of the imortal Elmer Fud awwwm huntin' cupids.... as i hunker down here behind this tub awaiting the "tricky bastards" outside the house of one i would love i got so many holes from der arrows in me my hide is like a punch card on crack seems like every time there's a pretty lady and i six of those bastards show up and attack and the bitch of it ... is all the arrows of course are all aimed at me to the lady in question she just stalks on past i believe... and slips the cupids a five just to simply let her be though i suspect its more like "hey boys strew this ground with un-requented love" so here i am trap baited with chocolates and cake got flowers as well just in case and a shot gun packed with special waste love letters ground up makes its base into hardened pelletized form special pellets to shred buzzing wings in point of fact i just bagged my sixteenth and this lady of the house where i'm at? heh... she's here loading a shotgun right next to me |