Rosie Get Off Your Desk, And Please

He Had Everything A Dream Boy Should Have. Back, Front, Sides, Everything. A Head.

When Mutti And Vati Came In I Didn't Speak To Them. I Just Unfurled The Cat Molesters Banner I Had Made.

Looking Out Of The Window At The Infinite Sky, I Prayed Out, 'dear Baby Jesus, I Am Sorry For My Sin, Even Though I Do Not Know What They Are, Which Seems A Bit Unfair If It Is Going To Be Held Against Me. But That Is Your Way. And I Am Not Questioning Your Wisdomosity. In Future, However, Would It Be Possible For My Life To Be Not So Entirely Crap? Thank You.

I Couldn't Believe It. It Was Unbelievable, That's Why. My Face Was Like A Frozen Fish Finger. All Rigid And Pale. (but Obviously Not With Breadcrumbs On It.)

P.p.s. I Am Giving You Telepathic Hugs. P.p.p.s. But Not In A Telepathically Lezzie Way.