*not her real name**
** okay, it's her real name, but don't tell anyone
Once upon a time there were some purple pants. They were tickled pink every time they got a chance to scrub the tissue. Thirteen days before Canada Day, they twiddled their nonexistent scar tissue as they servant-heartedly drank their .5 silver platters full of prawns.
The End.
(No we have not been drinking, not even seafood.)
Sunday, July 02, 2006
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2 comments:
are you sure? What's a madlib anyway?
and by the way, I'm actually relieved to hear that you aren't drinking seafood.
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