with the pancreas of a telemarketer, she calls
endless rings never sounded so hopeless--it was all on the line this time
I could really go for some cod nuggets right now
back to business--mysteries don't call themselves, you know
shallow reverberations wade the silence
time to get crunk all up in this pig
"Is Robert there? he left his hudsucker proxy fruitsnack filled fanny pack."
static and dialtone never tasted so appetizing as it did right then
the operator may be smooth, but this is whiteboard smooth
like orphaned Brazilian mutants. only without anything to gird their loins...
i'd like to see the force do this
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