I think I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
But seriously.
No, I don't at all.
There was a delightful bear in the front row with a handsome and swarthy paramour.
Now here's what is fun about being dead:
I can see through clothing.
And that delightful bear has a tattoo on his belly.
Of Sisyphus!
True story.
Well. Not the seeing-through-clothes part.
I only know about the tattoo because he told me about it.
In a post on NoFacebook.
"LIKE"
I wonder if he knows that down here in Hell no one can prevent forest fires.
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