Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Guy walks into a bar, says to the drink-jockey, "I don't know about life anymore.” "Or any less," says the liqueur pimp; always ready to pour an impure cure. "What zactly is it ya don't know?” "I don't know if it's worth the effort, the time, the stress, the loneliness,” says lonely guy. The... Sign in
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