in a land where a kid can't even touch himself without worrying about someone walking in on him, who wants to have a car made out of nerf material when you can have one made out of spontanious combustion. the way i see it is we're all gonna have to take a class in how to walk and not touch each other any ways so we might as well just get it out of the way and get it right the first time. having spent many years in the jugles of southern florida i'd imagine that you and i have more use for each other than you seem to let on, won't you be my apetite? won't you be my teeth marks? won't you be the way i wake up in the morning and spit on the mirror because that jackass looks better than i do. fin!
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