Tyrannosaurus Hand-Job.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
I used to cry because I had no shoes...
...until I met a man with no feet. He laughed at my pettiness, which improved his mood, and he went on to have a nice day, but I still had no shoes, so now I cry twice as hard.
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