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I like this one. It’s dumb and silly and tells us absolutely nothing except that I like to have fun with dream balloons, but I like it.
My roommate at the time didn’t believe he could run out of gas. I mean, he probably didn’t REALLY believe it, but he would emphatically state it to be true while his car hovered around empty, always further plunging towards […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Mary’s starting to grate on my nerves, so BAM, she’s now an artist. That’s a positive trait, right? Meanwhile, Billie dares to imagine Danny in seasonally-appropriate attire, according to Satan’s wishes.
Billie-ese is a language that doesn’t have many words, and about half of them mean some form of alcohol.
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