she found me in the street, broken and bleeding, and took me home. she nursed me back to health until one day i could again stand and walk on my own two feet. i headed straight for all of her bourbon, beer, and acid rock LPs.
“why are you doing this to me?” she pleaded.
i turned, looked her right in the eyes, and said, “look, bitch, you knew I had a moustache!”
1 comment:
hahaha.
this is ridiculous.
moustaches tickle.
annnnnd... you should come to the 4/20 party on saturday cuz its going to be dope.
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