Eating sour plum powder-coated pineapple with six ulcers in your mouth is quite exciting.
Oh God kill me.
He takes up his rifle and aims at my forehead.
Oh, but the phone rings. So he drops his rifle and picks up the call.
It was his...erm, "Kaaaareeeen.."
Okay I smell ammonia gas.
Sunday, September 02, 2007
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