Why didn't I stay with Alaska? Why??? There was all a man could ask for over there, including baked ziti.
From now on, when I start singing La Marseillaise, please don't let me have any more drinks.
About Me
- the rage
- I work as a night shift guard at the local reservoir. At least once a month, the neighborhood children sneak past the barbed wire with sacks of saccharin, bent on contaminating our bland, grown-up world with their Kool-Aids and Sunny-D's and Crystal Lites. And I admit I die a little inside when I rope them up in my flatbed Chevy and take them back to the orphanage, but it's my job, and it's what mother would have wanted.
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