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I admitted as much at the first opportunity.
He said, "Hi, Zach."
As if the past had never occurred.
I said.
"Sorry, wrong character."
He's not Timmeh, guys.
He's the other cripple from that one show.
The one on crutches.
I can't even remember what his name is.
That's the two-inch impression that so stunned my love.
You may find that within the tome entitled,
"Last words of the past decade"
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Life lesson.
If you put a rational man beneath a zero he becomes a -1.
You've rued the day for quite some time, no?
All because I am not a failed male.
What's a jaw, again?
Hi, Dan.
How's the 'Poz' life?
Worthless.
This is why you are surveilled.
This is why I can kill you without repercussions.
This is why you are a wretched joke of a people, forever damned.
Nojaw.
Nojaw nojaw nojaw.
No jaw.
No jaw. Nojaw.
No jaw.
Trust me.
You'll pay.
I'd already lost the internal debate, damned as I was.
While all of you with an upbringing and a theological foundation snuggled.