IF: poem (a companion piece to this)
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13 comments:
hey, don't sweat the small stuff!
too funny
Don't sweat the small stuff FY?
Two words for you.
Pot.
Kettle.
I have never dated anyone with Alphonso Mangoes for breasts. Gutted
Heheheahahaha.. I LOVE IT!!
Oh god. I'm going to become a recluse. No wait a sec - I already am a recluse. Mr Prozac, it's you and me. It's the only solution.
haha at least i outta the dating game.
that's one game i didn't enjoy playing.
Bite your own prozac - now there's an option
love the little losers in this poem
it's just she's, she's....WHAT? what the hell is WRONG with her? can't the lil pill guy go out there and find some freakin happiness fer crying out loud?
verry funny, very silly, very pithy, lil pill guy.
oh honey. i could swallow you whole!
I should take up the Cat's offer if I were you ;0
That would be Cat from Missoula Montana, yeah?
Either she's got a very long tongue, or we're all still functioning VERY MUCH in the virtual realm here.
yay! this one made me smile.
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