Oh cursed McRib (Best of Archive 2003)

I think that pooping is metaphoric and courteous is to get your feelings out about the sister of a lesbian blinging me the peace sign all nite from a photo on my desk. So, then as a man of the no cloth I realize that my own prison is the fact that I am now non-existant to the real world as I am a creature of the night. I seem to have a thing for a camp trailer and find it facinating that I can go into one and eat dinner by myself and not feel quilty. Therefore, I am now protesting McDonalds for taking the McRib sandwich away from my groveling hands once again.
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