well. i do a little work in the morning and things just go all haywire, don't they?
firstly, son, what did you do? bug the freakin' dog? i knew that damn collar looked to fancy for arkansas trailer trash. and since the dog has since conveniently gone to the great boneyard in the sky, he won't be answering any questions will he? very convenient.
second, ck, i do not respond well to threats. one call, pal, just one and you'll be joining ron brown and vince foster and the aforementioned dog at the big poker game in the sky. put that in your super 8 and see how it spins.
finally, my dear, vish, far be it from me to attempt to dissuade you from sharing the rack with america. lord knows they need it in this time of political upheaval and compromised values. i'll even scrub yer feet so long as the shoot me from the wrists down and leave the tattoo out of the shots.
that said, son is banned from the set for his proclivity towards personal pictures. and, as usual, ck, i will have a few requests of my own that we'll delve into as we get closer to go time.
r.i.p. marco, my guardian angel.
...global warming can manifest itself as heat, cool, precipitation, storms, drought, wind, or any other phenomenon, much like a shapeshifter. -- jim geraghty
pray to st. jude
i'm a sonic reducer
he was the gimmicky sort
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