Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Paleoithic love talk

Listen darling, I didn't leave the bed unmade for house cats. It's not the campfire that's making me hot. KZE is killing me. UNH. Those raptors aren't singing greek to me, babe. So make haste, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or to a young hart upon the pot of spicy sicilian chicken. Do I have to hit you over the head with my homemade bifacial poopflinger and drag you home?!

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