Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Dear Crackhead Construction Worker,

I'm not sure if I said or did something within the short time we have known each other to make you think that I'm the type of girl who might enjoy seeing the gigantic pus-filled boil on your back, but I'm really not.

In fact, I'll go so far as to say that I could have lived my whole entire life without knowing about said gigantic pus-filled lump and never considered myself deprived.

I would greatly appreciate it if you could go ahead and keep all of your freakish medical maladies to yourself from now on, mmmkay?

Thanks bunches,

C-8

P.S. And do everybody a favor and get that nasty thing lanced, okay?

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