Posted on March 21, 2008 by Aunt B.
When I was little, I used to sneak into the living room, put Neil Diamond on the record player and develop elaborate song and dance routines to his song “America.” This was, in part to cheer me up after my fantasy romance with John Taylor from Duran Duran (oh how I would roll that exotic [...]
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Posted on March 21, 2008 by Aunt B.
So, America, what are you doing?
Nothing?
You know what I’ve been doing?
Sneezing blood.
Yes, let me say that again. Sneezing blood.
Oh, sure, I could put up with the coughing up blood or even the bloody snot.
But sneezes that send little brown flecks of blood all over the tissue and your hands and the front of your shirt?
Fuck [...]
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