Still Strange
Ugh. If any of you really cared about me, you'd sink the back end of a claw hammer into my brain stem, thus sparing me The Pain of Cognizance.
I mean, come on, I thought you people had my back. At the very least, drop a comically large safe on my head, and make it look like an accident, negating any sort of Official Inquiry into the Cause of Death.
I swear, if I have to do it myself, I'm going to take all of you motherfuckers with me...
-Shawn


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If you want the comically large safe and possibly an anvil, you have to come to Flint. Or, if you prefer, I can drop you off on the north end when I head into work. By the time I clock in, I should be able to send you an ambulance.
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