The other day I saw a jolly rancher on the sidewalk, covered in ants. I threw the jolly rancher into a puddle. I laughed. I am hateful. Then I noticed that one of the ants survived. I grabbed the remaining ant and held his face in the puddle and said, "Where's the money Lou—where's the money?" even though I knew for a fact that the ant's name wasn't Lou.
sam pink is 25. he is hanging from a tree and there are little kids cutting his feet with swiss army knives. sam pink blogs at impersonalelectroniccommunication.com