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| dear thomas: things are weird...i mean you don't have much of a body...and you wear that god awful blue smock... | |
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| when can i use the phone...you know your aunt linda has an irregular menstrual cycle... | |
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step-dad simon needs his firebreathing midget porn fix again
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| and where is your hair? did you go bald or were you born an ugly freak? and why do i always catch you in a garbage can or with a nail in your forehead? | |
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| lad, you got that er...uh...um...er porno downloaded yet? you know your momma will hit me if she catches me looking at it...if she catches you, it just reassures her of your sexuality... | |
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spot is shitting in the basement
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| "...and why do your eyes look like little black holes in that oval head of yours? can't you afford an operation? oh wait that would require a job and who is going to hire a mangled freak like you..." | |
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| did i let the dog out yet today? | |
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