That's Dr. Rock Star to you.
Also I am sending my couch to Burning Man! It's never been, you see. A woman posted on freecycle wanting a couch to take and I jumped at it. I hate my couch. I hate it so much that I have doomed it to be sat on by dirty naked asses for the next two weeks. You deserve it couch! Your fibers hold too strongly to dog hair and you will never ever clean up properly. I hope you get an STD!
I am hoping the couch at Burning Man jokes can carry all the way through Thanksgiving. At which point I will be on the Dingle peninsula drunkenly making Dingle jokes. The Dingle jokes should make it through to the spring. So, I don't have a damn thing to worry about.
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How can you do this to my naked ass?
You bitterly refer to its ability to cling tightly to dog hair, well have you ever taken into account the number of lives those tiny barbs of pattern have saved? On more than one occasion it was only these canine folice collectors that prevented me from escaping the bonds of modern physics, leaving me to spin hopelessly about space after a night of geeewhiz induced midtown over concumption.
I thought we discussed this. When you stay at my house, you cover your ass with clothing, like underwear, pajamas or somesuch.
I have a guest BED now. And a guest cubby. Plus, I still have two couches for guest (and dog) enjoyment.
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