Cancer showed up at the door one day.
"Your boy, lymph node, said I could move in. So I'm movin' in."
To which I replied, "F-you, squatter!"
This is about the eviction process.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Hold the Phone
Everything's going to be fine. This whole cancer thing is now in the bag.
Rarer than holy water, my friend.
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