I have one fan and she's a witch. Last night I told her to fly around the Web and look for any hate that people were writing about me.
"Okay, Tarquin," she cackled and jumped on her broom.
There was a full moon, but the only hate she could find were the 960 hater blogs that belong to me. Bummer.
"Okay, Tarquin," she cackled and jumped on her broom.
There was a full moon, but the only hate she could find were the 960 hater blogs that belong to me. Bummer.
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1 comment:
Tarquin was in the hole. No contact allowed his friendly ass.
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