My husband died by gluing his face to the brooklyn bridge and letting
it "flap in the wind like". Then again, that is not funny. You always
ruin your husband when you glue him around like that. His legs come
off at the knee. You have to buy him again. Ahem. I just found out
that my little brother is 'hailing eris' without my supervision, no
doubt due to, oh due to some guy on the net telling him eris was his
wife. Figures, since my brother is a complete nut. Last halloween his
pumpkin was entirely covered with eyes. I think every time I turn my
head my girlfriend has sex with them. I can hear them having sex in
the shape of the movie they are watching downstairs. They have become
quite adept in their attempts to fool me, but I can tell truth from
illusions, oh yes. Also my girlfriend goe's "hee hee" when ever you
say the word "Scotland" because she wishes she was "Sean Conery". This
concludes my girlfriend having sex with bugs, cars, trains, orifices,
heroin, mice, office buildings, etc whenever I try to type something
or other. Ha! I wish!
-QPM
Excuse me while I punish her with this lead pipe organ.
If she reads this, you heard nothing, OK?