It is to you seven readers out there (two of them being writers) that I leave my last will and testement. For I fear that my demise is nigh. I am visited by the most terrible of afflictions. Those of you who know me should stay away, lest they must bear my burden with me.
When the moon reaches that most pivotal point....waxing crescent....thats when it comes upon me......Restless Leg Syndrome!
For almost 14 minutes, I have the unresistable urge to walk around. Don't look at me when I am in such a demented state!
Oh no
The moon.....its looking waxy tonight. I will try to finish my will with these last hurried words.
Joe, I leave you the last of my condoms, you have until 2010 for them to expire. Matt, I leave you my Kramer poster, I've been wanting to get rid of it for a while because it makes me feel racist.
Ok then.
The MOON! aaaaaahhhh
Ok gotta walk.
-Rob
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Sweet, I've always wanted a Kramer poster. if you don't die and still want to give it away, I'll take it.
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