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| Nov 10th, 2003 07:02 PM | |
| Evil Robot |
Black shit I breathe in. Black shit I breathe out. Everyday I come home from work and blow black shit out of my nose. This black shit, it is my belief, is comprised of brake dust, mexican food, and the stuff that come out of the inside of used tires. So has it come to this? The only thing I have to look foraward to when I come home after a long day of breathing black shit is to breath the black shit again, but in the other direction? So let me conclude my post with this thought: "No sir, I would not like a free credit report.". |
