Of course it took Arianna, bless her heart, to turn Linda over to examine Linda's genitalia.
Oh god I dont even know how to begin.
Awash in betrayal and now feeling so confused.
Linda is a Larry.
I suppose David Shrigley can best describe how I am feeling.
Or rather, how my fist is feeling.
Oh Linda.
How did this happen?
We were together for so long.
And I dressed you in your finest and you didnt even say a word, not a single word!
Ive been holding you so high under falsities and I feel like we need to start our relationship over.
Thoughts?
And I like snails.
(lets thank my brother for his kickass camera and his not so round eye for capturing my homeless hands and this furly little friend)
Monday, June 22, 2009
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i think it's okay if linda is a larry. you can still call your friend linda. s/he won't mind i daresay.
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