it was a dank morning in southern france 1966. i
was hunting for truffles with my faithful pig
belvedere. i saw this beautiful woman holding a
bottle of cognac, screaming at an elderberry bush
"burn bitch. burn for me!!". i immediately fell in love
with her and begged for her hand. she then said "
is that all you want bitch? my hand? well my hand
is currently married to this here bottle of cognac so
you're going to have to do better than that!" i then
killed belvedere and made her a bacon/truffle
sandwich. we then fucked for 9 days and died
from dehydration. oh yeah, this is not true. but i do
love tara, and i do love bacon/truffle sandwiches
even though i've never had one. all i have to say
about tara is.....booyah.............booyah
Tara doesn't like my other testimonial
because she doesn't think its sincere
enough, its nowhere near long enough,
and it alludes to the shocking secret that
she's a boozehound. So in my best
impersonation of a nice guy, I've
decided to make an earnest attempt at
expressing myself. Pull out your hanky...
Although my parents never had a
daughter, I somehow ended up with a
sister.
There you go. I hope your happy. I feel
dirty now. I need to go vomit on myself
to wash away the ickiness.
Damn you boozehound!
Taraist and I haven't seen each other in
nearly a decade, and the last time our
lines intersected, she was crossing the
bridge between kidletdom and
grownupsville. FF to today on Planet
Friendster (where i'm not even using my
birth name) where she uncannily
deduces who I am- *snap*- just like
that! Thanks for finding me, oh, taraist,
and thank you for remembering me in
such a glowing light- it feels good! xoxo
sure makes a swell cup of coffee.
of "you're". that's embarassing.
was hunting for truffles with my faithful pig
belvedere. i saw this beautiful woman holding a
bottle of cognac, screaming at an elderberry bush
"burn bitch. burn for me!!". i immediately fell in love
with her and begged for her hand. she then said "
is that all you want bitch? my hand? well my hand
is currently married to this here bottle of cognac so
you're going to have to do better than that!" i then
killed belvedere and made her a bacon/truffle
sandwich. we then fucked for 9 days and died
from dehydration. oh yeah, this is not true. but i do
love tara, and i do love bacon/truffle sandwiches
even though i've never had one. all i have to say
about tara is.....booyah.............booyah
because she doesn't think its sincere
enough, its nowhere near long enough,
and it alludes to the shocking secret that
she's a boozehound. So in my best
impersonation of a nice guy, I've
decided to make an earnest attempt at
expressing myself. Pull out your hanky...
Although my parents never had a
daughter, I somehow ended up with a
sister.
There you go. I hope your happy. I feel
dirty now. I need to go vomit on myself
to wash away the ickiness.
Damn you boozehound!
recycling center, sometimes she gives
me cigarettes.
know. Anyone that doesn't like her will
encounter my fist to their big toe.
nearly a decade, and the last time our
lines intersected, she was crossing the
bridge between kidletdom and
grownupsville. FF to today on Planet
Friendster (where i'm not even using my
birth name) where she uncannily
deduces who I am- *snap*- just like
that! Thanks for finding me, oh, taraist,
and thank you for remembering me in
such a glowing light- it feels good! xoxo