Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Proof is in the pudding? What the fuck does that even mean? Actually proof is in the pie. Cross my heart and don’t hope to die. This needle is going nowhere near the region of her upper thigh. Apple pie; pumpkin pie; hair pie. Regardless of anything, I don`t want any pie. Noon hits. My crotch gets the fits. God damn. There goes that theory.