Trapped In A Nut Shell: January Blues

Severe case of January Blues. Not to be confused with February Funk or March Madness. FYI: Last minute flight, round trip & taxes in to the UK is currently 550.00 CDN. Be still my credit card.

Instead, this:

Q U O T E - U N Q U O T E

"Boys vaginas are called penises."

"That's what you get for hiring the Jewish mafia."

"The sun is everywhere right now."

"...I think they call it...daytime."

"Drinky swear."

"You blew my eardrum."

"It's the first time I've ever blown anything."

"I don't know what he's talking about. I've got peeps! I've totally got peeps!"

"That goat is big for six and I'm small for seven."

"I thought you said the sex was good?"

"Nooo. I'm pretty sure I never said that."

"Well is it good."

"...It's good enough?"

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January Blues

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