Three Pears, three pairs, 3 X 2=6, threesome times two, six-tom, sex-a-ton, burn calories, hunger, pear, two more, and that makes three pears.
This is my brain:
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Epidemic
I've been thinking about a certain pandemic far too much lately... and, I also ran out of hand sanitizer today. This is my coping mechanism, extreme satire.
My family coat of arms has three pears on it. Pears are symbols of individuality, however the number three is very archetypical. Thus, the oxymoron that I descend from: the archetypical individual. Ironic, and oh so disgustingly post-modern.
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