My parents divorced when I was 10.
At the time life was all bubbles and catching lizards.
They re-married when I was 16.
I don't know what any of that has to do with my ding-dong disorder.
Oh! I wonder if my gay roommate has any hostess snacks hidden
in his playboy magazines.
I think he's having a hard time being gay...
I'm thinking an intervention is in order
and maybe some zingers... but not that pink coconut covered crap.
Coconut will kill you.
Jena Crowe
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