Dear Nose

Dear Nose;

Come on. We've been fighting this cold for over a week. Enough with the goo. All you're doing is pissing me off. You get blown, you get blown, you get blown, and then you end up sore. I don't know what kind of game you think you're playing, but we're both losing.

P.S. Dear Penis;

I know what you heard, but nobody was talking to you. Or about you.

::::: | Wednesday, Jan 11 2012 at 8:50 PM
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