David likes to yell out falsities about me in public, and when i kindly go to correct him, he screams why I am the actual liar. it tastes like baloney to me. I also told someone once i was allergic to cucumbers, but i am not, but my mom is.
Dear David,
Please tell your roommate I am sorry
for calling him a "dickhead." And thank
you for letting a bunch of drunk kids
dance in your living room.
Yours truly,
Lacy K.
One night, three little angels stole into David's
room while he slept. They transformed his
bare walls into a magical playland where the
universe, in all its beauty, unfolded and
revealed it's secrets to David in his dreams.
And what did David do? He yelled at them.
He told them they were being too loud and
that multiplication is for kids. Whatever,
David. You know you love us.
sometimes, i feel really sorry for
david because he has no friends. i
think it's partly because he is
desperately shy. but mostly, i think
it's because he simply blends into a
crowd. it's hard to notice david, you
see. i consider myself to be one of the
lucky few david can muster up the
courage to talk to. so, the next time
you see david out, which i must admit
is a rare occurance, introduce
yourself. you won't regret it.
i supect that david's not really a math-
bot, but i do know that he's like one
of those three-layer drinks my sister
used to make for me before she turned
jewish: creamy smooth, then harsh and
nasty, then sweet and delish all over
again. cordial, then contrary, then
mmmmmmmm. i loves me some david, and
i'm really sorry i had to edit. oh,
the horror.
muthaf**kah!
Please tell your roommate I am sorry
for calling him a "dickhead." And thank
you for letting a bunch of drunk kids
dance in your living room.
Yours truly,
Lacy K.
room while he slept. They transformed his
bare walls into a magical playland where the
universe, in all its beauty, unfolded and
revealed it's secrets to David in his dreams.
And what did David do? He yelled at them.
He told them they were being too loud and
that multiplication is for kids. Whatever,
David. You know you love us.
david because he has no friends. i
think it's partly because he is
desperately shy. but mostly, i think
it's because he simply blends into a
crowd. it's hard to notice david, you
see. i consider myself to be one of the
lucky few david can muster up the
courage to talk to. so, the next time
you see david out, which i must admit
is a rare occurance, introduce
yourself. you won't regret it.
bot, but i do know that he's like one
of those three-layer drinks my sister
used to make for me before she turned
jewish: creamy smooth, then harsh and
nasty, then sweet and delish all over
again. cordial, then contrary, then
mmmmmmmm. i loves me some david, and
i'm really sorry i had to edit. oh,
the horror.
birth.
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