House of Cramps
Monday, September 8, 2008
Frank thoughts
Life is good. My parents were here when I woke up, and came home to me. I ate meat that Dad dropped on the floor. It was raw. My butt itches. It's one of those itches that I just can't scratch. Not much fog today. It's time for bed. GRRRRRRRRRR.
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