where hypotheses come to die (madman101) wrote,
where hypotheses come to die
madman101

correction: I'm still a MINOR at heart

Not exactly the best time to walk downstairs naked for another Pepsi...

The Pepsi I just had made my hair spontaneously combust...

And I think the sight would be just a wee bit too Celtic for visitors...

Ah, but just give me Mozart on a Sunday morning...

With a paper and a coffee and some strawberry sex jelly...

And ten homosexuals in a line doing songs from "Showboat"...

And several pounds of cocaine for my pet tarsier, Ottis...

And lots and lots of time away from the Infirmery...

And a waitress who only likes guys who don't like her...

And I'll be happy as clam in a rug...

Which is what I just dreamt...

So maybe it's time... to go to Starbucks...

And little lambs - they eat ivy...
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