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Everywhere I go
And everything I do
Ten years down the road
Ten girls under my shoe
No matter whose I am
I’ll think about you
Will this be the last picture the RAZR ever takes?
Spent an hour Photoshopping pepperoni wings onto this lobster so I could tell you guys about this dream I had last night.
I was sitting around my parents’ living room with a bunch of friends. We were playing Trivial Pursuit or something, with a fire going. An egg drops down from the ceiling, hatches, and two bright-red lobster-looking bugs with fins or wings made of pepperoni come out. Everybody starts screaming. I run over and stomp one of them, and the other makes a beeline for the fireplace. It runs right in and plops down in the center of the fire and cooks itself to death defiantly. The pepperoni starts to sizzle and I get hungry. I go like I’m gonna grab a slice or two, but I look over at my friends first and they are shaking their heads in disbelief, disgusted.
