Wednesday, June 24, 2009
fart fuck
You know that feeling where you think you're going to have things all figured out in the future? And then that inevitable feeling that you probably won't ever? That's just fine. WE do pretty well for animals all things considered. One of my dad's last ditch efforts to win back the heart of my mom was to call in the middle of the night and say, in his patented gruff voice, " I have two words for you: come home." The saddest part is he probably thought it was a romantic gesture. The futility of it is also sad. My dad sure didn't understand girls very well.
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