I, Icarus, fall headfirst into oblivion...
It was with a heavy heart that I finally realized the extent of my descent from previous glory on the Myspace friend's list of Henry. To be sure, it means nothing concerning our friendship - it is merely a shuffling of bytes and electrons so as to appease his more fragile followers. And yet...MY RANKING ON HIS LIST WAS ALL I HAD TO LIVE FOR IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD! Sure, I shuffled it off with puckish aplomb, because that is what he'd expect of me - to be a good soldier tried and true. But, deep down, I am dead inside. When I discovered my new locale, I raced home tearfully, leaped into bed, assumed the fetal position, and turned the electric blanket up to nine (thanks Limelighters). My world fell down...
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I never need to see that picture again. I mean really!... How am I going to explain to your neices that Uncle M*ke didn't shave his head completely bald? And I hope that they completely miss Uncle M*ke's peanut.
I hope that wasn't taken in my backyard.
I know you have mowed people's yards in a towel, but this has gone too far. Do you have any decency?
I will now go and scrub clean my mind's eye.
The whole stupid thing is getting a makeover, whenever I get around to it. Rest assured, you and all other GSHAers I don't see nearly enough will be honored appropriately.
Or something.
Too late, too late! I've already drunk the bottle marked with the skull and crossbones!
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