Everything Here Is Edible; Even I'm Edible.

If You Had To Chose One Half Of Your Son, Which One Would It Be?" What Kind Of A Question Is That?!" No Need To Snap. It Was Just A Question.

I Don't Know If You Remember Me, But I Used To Work Here In The Factory." Were You One Of Those Despicable Spies Who Every Day Tried To Steal My Life's Work And Sell It To Those Paraseeded Cop Cat, Candy Making Cads?" No Sir!" Then Wonderful, Welcome Back!

My Body Is A Journal In A Way. It's Like What Sailors Used To Do, Where Every Tattoo Meant Something, A Specific Time In Your Life When You Make A Mark On Yourself, Whether You Do It Yourself With A Knife Or With A Professional Tattoo Artist.

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I Found A Girl, Fell In Love, She Had A Baby, And I Fell In Love Again.