Sunday, February 28, 2016

Dear Rowdie,

I love you to death, my friend.

Unfortunately, my death is going to be at your hands.

Your hair is triggering my allergies.

My allergies are going to kill me.

So, yeah....your fault.

And, spare me the puppy dog eyes.

My eyes are so gummy, I can't see clearly right now, anyway.

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