Witty Writes
Friday, May 4, 2012
Super Short Poem With a Super Long Title
What Happens When You Cross a Disgusting Man in the Buffet Line that Grabs Everything in Sight and Uses His Hands Instead of the Little Tongs with an Impatient Clean Freak Mother that Cannot Take One More Minute of It
Broken Dishes
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