Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Sure, unsure, not sure. For sure.



Sometimes I don't know to whom I'm speaking.
It's dark, somehow.
Until the party starts with all the farting.
Then I don't need light to know
that Mr./Mrs. will end up shitting.



Assholes.
They can hide in the dark.
Until they fart. 

2 comments:

It's like murdering, it becomes easier after the first time

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