One lonely Saturday she lured me into her grotto. She fed me dark chocolate and wine. Now I am sad, ruined, and thirsting for Her. I cannot find her home and am afraid she has since withered.
You eight-legged six-eyed bitch. There's no mistaking it, I am your boy.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
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