Monday, January 7, 2008
Buried Treasure
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3 Comments:
I've said it before, and I'll say it again, I think he's your muse.
They call it auto-erotic asphyxiation, and you're a prime suspect as well!
There once was a guy in Clarendon
Who thought plastic bags were so much fun
He took one to the shower
Departed after an hour
With it stuck to the wall full of . . .
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