Thursday, June 26, 2003
so, as soon as i woke up this morning,
i knew something wasn't right.
first, my britches were awfully tight. turns out i had a michael savage the size of a valencia orange festering right on my otherwise blemishless bottom. after lancing the bastard, i had to go about the rest of my morning ablutions which include pinching a michael savage whilst reading the op/eds. (ick! pad thai last night. very savage-y.)
to the shower (my pits were so michael savage.) where i slipped and bumped my head. fucking michael savage it hurt!
then my breakfast was ruined when i poured some chunky milk on my froot loops. i looked at the date and, sure enough, it had micheal savaged. the stink was so bad that i had to run back to the loo to michael savage my guts out.
it was then that i decided to return to bed for the rest of the day. the whole situation was just too micheal savage-y to endure.
god bless neal pollack
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