Barkeater Lake by Corey Pandolph for October 28, 2019
October 27, 2019
October 29, 2019
Transcript:
Poor, poor toothbrush... Precariously perched upon the porcelain precipice... Each morning & night, I press your plastic pricklies into my plentiful plaque. And when I've finished preening my precious pearlies I push onward, leaving you to ponder your pitiful plight.
donwalter almost 5 years ago
…to plop down on the platform of parquet, never again to please the palate of the pomeranian’s cousin…
RICHARD SCHOENBORN Premium Member almost 5 years ago
p-p-p-p-p-pitiful
rshive almost 5 years ago
Think toothbrushes don’t have feelings? Ask one sometime—quietly.