Glob.
better an open rebuke, than a hidden love.

[a storage closet for your thoughts.]

Wednesday, November 26, 2008
mega inside joke.
Hey cool, You cannot ride in my little red wagon that smells like Irish Spring.
Or, to you, SEX.
And I wish I had never been broiled.
Written at 2:47 PM by switchboardhustler.
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