Her name was Valerie, she was a hamster with a strong sense of the absurd. And me...well I was just an abrasive, ex-"experimental science" astronaut with a rowboat and a strong case of Miser-elbow. Our shared terror, Thomas Kinkaid, the man who would forever alter our lives on that cold November evening...
if you too love literature like I do, add a couple lines. Not only will you be providing entertainment to others, but you can lie on a resume and say you're a published author!
-this post brought to you by extreme boredom and Tanqueray, "the thinking man's industrial solvent"
Saturday, October 25, 2008
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