Because Eve was too selfish to think of the consequences of her actions, just chewing on any old dangling fruit, I’m stuck on the couch chain-smoking and eating ice cream at 8am.
It wasn’t spam until this latest email. But, now it is, the bastard. I think the son-of-a-bitch is mocking me. I’m not sure who TUT is but I think I must have dated him. Look, buddy, high school was a long time ago, okay? And I’m sorry about making fun […]
Awkwardist of tales that begat an Internet phenomenon.