Death is a blind date
in top hat and tail while you
sit there in your sweats
in top hat and tail while you
sit there in your sweats
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6 comments:
Life is cruelly ironic that way, isn't it?
Indeed, Erica, indeed.
hehehe I enjoyed that! Do another one mommy!
I hope my humor isn't too... off? But that was just divinely sweet and sour! Oh, I have to steal that, with credits, of course.
ha!...glad you enjoyed it, Doom.
I never did learn to appreciate a tux, especially with tails...
but the top hat...
Maybe if it was sat on once or twice and then straightened out by hand.
d=^))
A good top hat was made to collapse so it could be easily straightened.
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