They say I have a ***** loose. Apparently it’s an issue. I’m unsure which way sanity lies - clockwise or otherwise; my mind runs like clockwork.
I asked God to lend me his tools. God laughed at me. “I’m out on a job, but I might be able to fix it later this week.”
**** it; let it hang. I only ask that next time you put me together with nails.
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 7:56 AM UTC
They say I have a ***** loose. Apparently it’s an issue. I’m unsure which way sanity lies - clockwise or otherwise; my mind runs like clockwork.
I asked God to lend me his tools. God laughed at me. “I’m out on a job, but I might be able to fix it later this week.”
**** it; let it hang. I only ask that next time you put me together with nails.
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