Dear Mr. Snarfin,
Sometimes after I put my daughter to bed I hear her talking to her stuffed monkey, Zeke. She makes up vivid stories involving swamps and magic and her other stuffed animal friends: Mr. Donkey and her stuffed banana, Pablo.
I guess I don’t really have a question at this point; I just wanted to relate this information to you.
Thank you for your moving story, Esmeralda. You have brought this old softie to tears. I too, have had my share of stuffed animal friends. All of them were close to me and all of them meant something to me.
Sometimes we all need a friend. I brought my stuffed seal with me to Vietnam.
---Snarfin
Pathetic.
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ReplyDeleteI bet your parents wished you were never born, suckhead.
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ReplyDeleteBuilding for a shallow grave.
“Must be something else”, we say
“Somehow to defend this place.”
Everything must be this way,
Everything must be this way
Hey dicksuck, get a life
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