I've wrote my name in wet cement, been naughty at a drive in movie, finally fell asleep with someone that I love, swam bottom naked in a public swimming pool under the lifeguard, toilet papered the principal’s house. Peed off a hotel balcony in Daytona, played strip poker in a friends basement in my high school years with her parents upstairs playing TV bingo and tipped cows [it’s not as easy as you think].
Friday, September 14, 2007
What's For Dinner?
I heard a strange noise.
What was it?
It was... screaming. Some kind of screaming, like a child's voice.
What did you do?
I went downstairs, outside.
I crept up into the barn. I was so scared to look inside, but I had to.
And what did you see, Clarice? What did you see?
Lambs. The lambs were screaming.
They were slaughtering the spring lambs?
And they were screaming.
Teresa.
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Such a weirdo, you are...
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