Dec 07, 2005 20:45
After i shave, i inspect the razor burn on my neck, go to war on in-growns, and tell them, "Dirty Little Bastards."
I believe that's what the Sun mutters at the Moons of Jupiter.
Or the White cells to the Red.
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"forever."
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