Her Exiguous Aspirations
“I have never desired to please the rabble.”Written from the simple wish of the writer.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
You know what I mean
A: You've been with Karen every night this week.
How's it going?
B: I can't eat. I can't sleep. I can't concentrate.
It's serious.
A: Maybe you need to see a doctor.
B: Ha ha. You know what I mean.
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