Poor Man's Telepathy

Trying to get the point across the moors.

Friday, April 28, 2006

And me without my slicker...

It sucks being caught in the middle
of a pissing contest
with no umbrella.
Posted by Jenny Jenny Flannery at 4/28/2006 12:49:00 PM
Labels: Flannery's Poetry

1 comment:

Jenny Jenny Flannery said...

Pee is barely 1/100th as gross as puke. I hardly see the comparison.

Thanks for the compliment tho...

...still at work at 6:10 p.m.

5:12 PM, April 28, 2006

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