D-Day Haiku
A reprint From the Archives!!! (Imagine a baritone announcer with a lingering echo for that line.)
Waves of the brave and the bold
Sacrificing all
No one gives a rat's ass what you have to say. Blogs are just so much verbal masturbation, better to be wiped up sheepishly with a kleenex than posted for the world to see.
A reprint From the Archives!!! (Imagine a baritone announcer with a lingering echo for that line.)
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It's always refreshing to see people nearly as crotchety and hateful as I. Oh, they may think they're as hateful. But you and I dear reader, we know differently.
But someone should let Trixie know that assholes aren't a waste of carbon. They're carbon sinks. That's why I can drive a gas guzzling sports car, because some d-bag is storing my carbon credits in his fat ass.
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