Sunday, April 10, 2011

My neighbor’s house is termite tented. The birds that nest in the Bougainvillea don’t know where to go. They are lost and confused. They fight the stripes with their wings.

The extra large eggs I bought have the smallest yolks. Each time I break one open I am disappointed. They are like tiny penises on huge men.

Remember the box of lemons I had? There are 12 left. Twelve completely shriveled, shrunken and useless lemons. I wonder when they’ll ever be gone.

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