Well a week without the internet, it was said that it could never be done. But here I am, almost half way into my week of unexplainable torture. I'm currently over Anna's bumming her net for 15 minutes before I go back into my withdrawals. I decided a short post was neccessary to thank a special someone for the other day.
Dearest Anna,
You are the scum between my toes. Just the thought of you makes me want to run away. Everytime I see you I want to vomit. Your voice is like 1000 hands scratching 1000 chalkboards. You irritate me beyond all measure.
Love Joel.
P.S. Thanks for the roses
2 comments:
"unexplainable torcher"???
Do you mean torture (as in sadistically) or are you really an incomprehensible arsonist?
Yes I know I spelt torture wrong. Damn google and its stupid dictionary. Although I suppose I have to take some of the blame for not recognising the obvious mistake. Shame on me...
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