Beware the jar that stands next to my desk. So evil it has no name. It's call is like the sirens of old calling sailors to thier deaths. "Sweets are my treats," whispers the jars. But beware. For the jar is evil. Beware the jar. Beware.
Friday, February 02, 2007
Evil
Beware the jar that stands next to my desk. So evil it has no name. It's call is like the sirens of old calling sailors to thier deaths. "Sweets are my treats," whispers the jars. But beware. For the jar is evil. Beware the jar. Beware.
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2 comments:
Hehe..
You're just bitter cause they chipped your teeth!
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