Letters that compose themselves in my brain.
Who is shit for brains? Not YOU. or YOU. Or you, either. Could be me, sometimes.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Dear Shit-for-Brains,
I would rather have a whole team of sailors with video cameras diagnose my lady issues than watch a commercial about "that embarrassing odour" and "the itch you can't scratch".
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