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Join Date: Oct 2002
Location: Kansas City
Posts: 7
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I really need to reach the fridge you know. Cause before I told Doris about the sadistic cow thing she had given me a honey baked ham. You know, all crusty and sweet on the outside.
She put it in the fridge for me and swept my house up before we went back outside to deal with that lunatic Poop Shoot, crying like a little kid. If I could make it to the fridge I'd probably be able to get the ham out. I mean I'm sure I could poke it out but I don't know it might fall on my head on the way down. But then I could eat it, all of it. Right now, though, I better just get used to the floor here. I'm sitting next to my green velour couch. It's a family relic. It's shiny and nice. The only problem is the dust smell. But I don't care. Everything I have has a cool and neat value that super outweighs the basement stench. |
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