"DON'T TRY TO TAME THE WILD BADGER IN YOUR BACKYARD", scream the first lines of text. Bellow, in much a much more casual font, it reads, "And by the way don't eat the canned peaches in the fridge, you're extremely allergic to the syrup." --Damn. I knew i shouldn't have faxed myself such an important thing. While waiting ever so patiently by the fax machine i grew famished and ate the peaches in my fridge. Luckily for me, i planned ahead of time and faxed my prescription slip for my medication...It should come....Any second now. The machine blips and yells, "ERROR YOU ARE OUT OF PAPER, YOU ARE FOOL". I'm out of paper? What on earth? Must be...oh right. I faxed my autobiography to myself early today. And i didn't even get to the part where i lose my virginity. *sigh* It was kind of anti climactic anyhow. The only thing i felt was the shocking realization that my penis was in a vagina. She was also kind of old...meh, I should find some paper and fax 911, my fingers are starting to look like slices of peach...
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