Dude...
Plato said that the uterus was "an Animal within an animal," and said that if deprived of sexual activity, it would go somewhere else in search of satisfaction.
So if you see a Womb on the side of the road trying to hitch a ride, give me a call…that bitch packed her bags long ago.
Maybe our paths will cross again some day…but until then, I need to be the retarded side of Trish, I cannot suppress her any longer! I have been saving this 'A' game material especially for Duane. It's time to share it, hopefully he finds it one day cause my cheesy jokes will make him laugh till he poops a little or a lot.
For more information and older posts, go here to the Dear Duane page
~I surrender to The Writing Womb~
Plato said that the uterus was "an Animal within an animal," and said that if deprived of sexual activity, it would go somewhere else in search of satisfaction.
So if you see a Womb on the side of the road trying to hitch a ride, give me a call…that bitch packed her bags long ago.
FYI: Dear Duane is a diary I am writing for my best friend of more than 15 years…we have been estranged for 2 years and I miss him and want to talk to him so I can be 'normal' me (think foul mouthed 4 year old with Turrets, all tweaked out on Crack, Red Bull and Smarties stuck indoors at Recess for misbehaving).
So I write this diary to him to scratch the itch, NO! not the itch caused by Crabs or The gum disease known as Gingivitis!! The itch of missing talking like I do only when I am around him. (ME english good, me make weirdly constructed sentence whhoo whhoo aahhhha ahhhh)(That's my angry monkey sounds)Maybe our paths will cross again some day…but until then, I need to be the retarded side of Trish, I cannot suppress her any longer! I have been saving this 'A' game material especially for Duane. It's time to share it, hopefully he finds it one day cause my cheesy jokes will make him laugh till he poops a little or a lot.
For more information and older posts, go here to the Dear Duane page
~I surrender to The Writing Womb~
