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Sunday, December 17, 2006

moustache

I am in a small, steam-filled room. Over a speaker, I can hear Charles Bronson talking to Gene Hackman. Bronson says, "My moustache my moustache my moustache and can feel my ass anywhere." Hackman replies, "You will eat the wooden otter." I feel confused and confused about being confused and tired.

1 comment:

amber said...

I would feel better anywhere if I were small. I have a moustache on my steam handle. The speaker is a hack man, and I am a brawn's son. I am confused about my reply otter. It says: moustache. Moustache. Moustache. etc