Mr. Blister fists came to town
punching all the people
then he found religion
and punched a churches steeple.
His hands were bloody,
bruised, and pained,
that mattered very little.
Later on so very bored
he found some wood to whittle.
-CLW
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WTF?!
I should probably call 911.
I evidently need some assistance.
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Hey, what IS the "retro thing" your talking about that you'd like to send to me? I do like Superman.
It doesn't matter, though. I really am not dumb enough to tell anyone on the internet my house address.
Not trying to be hurtful!
But I really don't trust anyone.
And I mean ANYONE.
*no hard feelings*
That's fine. I actually don't blame you. Give me the address of one of your enemies! I'll give this REALLY COOL thing to someone who deserves it, trusts me, & will appreciate it! ;^)
I actually prefer soft feelings, if you've got any of those lying around.
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