Jul 2013
Dry as a waterless well.
Dry as a rainless desert.
Dry as a withered bone.
Dry like most of Jeff Dunhams jokes.
Dry like a summer day.
My thoughts run dry.
I have no more thoughts.
Dry as a rainless desert.
Dry as a withered bone.
Dry like most of Jeff Dunhams jokes.
Dry like a summer day.
My thoughts run dry.
I have no more thoughts.
(Massachusetts)
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