On Mice, Beetles, and Other Insects That When Pinned to A Bit of Cardboard Cannot Dance Ingratiatingly At Me
Oh, wait. That’s just a mirror, not some smart-aleck who thinks they can best me at my game.
Anyhow, good morning to you, you, and you. It’s good to be loved and appreciated, and since I’m going all Norma Desmond, how about an anecdote? Will that be alright? CAN YOU HANDLE IT?
Which brings me to my original point: don’t try to trim your nose hairs with fingernail clippers. It bring you and your loved ones pain.
Any compaints about this miserable, shitty, awful, pathetic, lukewarm, biley post can be forwarded to: i.dont.give.a.shit@hotmail.com.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That was brilliant there, with the periods and the fake email address! You really thought that it was real, you minx! No; it was just Uncle Maurice, playing a little joke. You’ll give me my jokes, won’t you? It’s all I’ve got left…
…I’m afraid! What happens when I turn off the light?