Humor, Creativity, Storytelling, Self-Deprication, Angst
Sunday, September 25, 2005
In our part of town a house will not drop on you.
Nor shall you be felled with a bucket of water.
The Wicked Witch of the South was killed by two loads of dirty laundry.
If the weight didn’t get her, the smell did.
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