Saturday, October 7th, 2006 | 3:07
You came and you found me, a turkey.

Oh hey look, the moon.
Ditto, +aliens and cigarettes.
Players, mild.
I'm going to Hell.
No, you're not.
Yeah, I'm sending you.
Message in a bottle?
My fingers and toes are numb. It's friggin' cold at night. No gloves and inappropriate footwear will do that.
Faux-retro? Anachronist-Retro?
That'll do, Pig. That'll do.
A man named Andy

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