quasi_sean

imploding with style.

so...i end up walking thru a frozen early morning without my pants and kicking my socks off into the air just to watch them float back down to earth and i leave them lying there--depsite their weeks of dedicated service to my feets.

you had a conversation while leaning against the vaginal walls?

it's Gibbbbbbuuurrrrriiiissshhh.

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Dear Kelly Clarkson,

I am in love with you. I am not a stalker. Promise.

Your future husband (or pool-boy, I'm not picky),
sean.

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Dear Hulk Hogan,

You're tough. You make me laugh.

Your loyal fan,
sean

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Dear Matisyahu,

You fucking rock.

Your beardless buddy,
sean

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nothing more to say.