Investment bankers have bad breath. They do. If they didn't, I'd marry one. Why? Because I'm single, I'm old, I'm tired, and I don't feel like working anymore. But one thing lies in front of the gravy train. The dragon breath. I just can't deal with the breath. Can't. Deal. So rather than deal, I hereby resign myself to a short life of cutting coupons and eating cat food.
Principles, people. Principles.
7 comments:
but the cat food will give you bad breath...
oh man. I ate gerbil food once. It was terrible.
Also, tell your sister's friend's im still available and not dead.
jake.
I knew an investment banker with a small penis. His breath was ok though.
yeah, but he had a skidmark problem...
I think askinstoo is a spammer. A spammer with bad breath no doubt.
do we know who new blue baby is yet? anne thought he/she was my friend.
jake from mortified? were you almost dead?
askinstoo left the same msg on my blog, only marked himself (surely it's a he) "anonymous". tsk tsk tsk, get off our blogs!
I thought everyone knew who I was. I'm looking right at you! DUH!
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