Sunday, 5 June 2011
The Job Description.
Since the only woman I love to distraction is unavailable, I think I might put myself up for auction soon. Don’t laugh; this is a valiant attempt to deal with a very difficult situation. Bidders must be content with a life of poverty and have an uncommonly tolerant disposition. Familiarity with illicit whiskey stills would be an advantage.
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2 comments:
Good luck. This reminds me of Groundhog Day, at the end. Please don't be the one that went for 25 cents.
You won't be bidding, then? You can have me for 10 if you like. Hell, I'll pay you!
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