
First off I would like to start out by apologizing for my last post. I would especially like to extend my apology to the Muslims of Vatican City and to my hairstylist Rofaldo.
Now. Why do I have a box of rusty slutty nails at the bottom of my stairs? I mean its an obvious safety risk.I believe, to be entirely true, that the nails are multiplying amongst themselves. There were but 100 rusty old hand made nails in the box ( truth be told it is some kid of jar, perhaps for glue or paint thinner). It was in the middle of the night about a month ago when I was walking down the stairs to my kitchen for a gin and tonic that I happened upon a nail on the step. My bare foot upon the nail, I jumped forward in pain falling in a sprawl on the tile below. I went back (now suffering form great hurt) to see why the nail was on the step and to my shock I saw the jar so full that there was indeed no room for this one lonely nail. They were growing. I new it and now their numbers had grown so large that there was not even room for their own. A mass of procreation. The whores, those slutty nails and their uncontrollable urges had pushed their very existence to the brink of destruction and now I am paying the cost. I could move them. I should move them, but I wont. Why? because I have a dentist appointment, and my shoes are to big, and leaving you with that I must go. It's nearly 4 o'clock.




