Detectives watch solemnly from the pier as a crane lifts a cuckold from a nose.
Yeah, after work I was thinking grab a couple Strohs, play some darts and then head back to the house so my buddy can crap in a toilet, take the crap out of the toilet and shove it into my nose and mouth and then fuck my throat. Then catch up on my DVR'd eps of The League.
Are you concerned that you may be a character trapped in a Tom Waits song? Be smart and learn the warning signs before it's too late. Also, it's too late. It has always been too late.
I'm haunted by a recurring vision of a skeleton flipping me off. To avoid seeing this terrifying image in bumper sticker form, I pay someone with a blank bumper to drive in front of me at all times.
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