Saturday, June 9, 2018

10,880. CARSTAIRS HAS NO MEMORY

CARSTAIRS HAS 
NO MEMORY
And he shrinks from danger
like a baby, the little candy
ass. We should go out drinking,
one night, and beat the living
daylights out of him. I was around
him once when he thought he was
getting drafted. He cried like a
baby for a solid week. The his
mother came over, and said it
was a mistake. A tray of cookies,
she'd baked.

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