Tuesday, 28 February 2012


"last week life whipped out the shotgun that it keeps in the pantry next to the broom and, after a few too many cans of cheap beer, waved it around a little too close to my head. I'd say, hey, don't point that thing at me, and life would say, really? like this? and next thing you know a chunk of my ear was gone."

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