Stripped. To the teeth.

Jun 20, 2008 20:56

There comes a time, and it happens quite often, when individuals must go forth into the jaws of the unknown. These are the people I always shout encouragements to, or perhaps write a funny song for, maybe even buy a drink and laugh with. Then later digest all the juicy details. I don't live on the edge, however I do own a little quaint shop on the edge that sells memorabilia for those whom are about to dive off.

Suckers, all of them, for buying my slogan shirts and engraved spoons.
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