day seven

…and goblins

cut through the graveyard
the dead watch my every move
don’t be hatin, ghosts

bread winner

french toast on french bread
would be the longest breakfast
twelve inches baby

dental damn

I’m at the dentist
he tells me to spit out the stuff
I do – in his FACE

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3 Responses to day seven

  1. Talaura says:

    I just read these to my co-workers, I, laughing all the while.
    The response? “He has a lot of anger.”
    I guess they really like dentists round here.

  2. Chris says:

    Love the dentist one!

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