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The rest aint important anymore
Not too cheerful actually
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Friday, April 20, 2007

Little Gregory wakes up in the middle of the night feeling alone and scared. He goes into his mother's room for comfort and he sees his mom standing naked in front of the mirror. She is rubbing her chest and groaning, "I want a man, I want a man."

Shaking his head in bewilderment, Gregory takes off to bed. Next night the same thing happens.

On the third night, Gregory wakes up and goes into his mom's room but this time there is a man in bed with his mom.

Gregory hoofs back to his room and whips off his pajamas, rubs his chest and groans " I want a bike, I want a bike."

Even a simple reply is the best of the gesture.


{/11:54 PM}
Time's up.