Several million years ago, Zoe bequeathed me her neglected footrest - either that or I burgled it, whatever. Now she wants it returned because her back aches or something. I think this may be part of some backward ploy to get at my gold. Nice try, infidels.
Zoe also told me her dog has fleas.
Friday, December 12, 2008
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Her dog has fleas? Is that a metaphor for something? As we now know her to be a slovenly strumpet with no access to birth control, it follows that a foetus might not be the only parasite she's acquired lately. After all, look at Steve - the man's rife with 'em. Go on - look. LOOK I SAY!
Big Steves have Little Steves
upon their backs to bite them
And Little Steves have Littler Steves
and so on ad infinitum...
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