Friday, June 3, 2011

Eleventy Year old Sharpie®


If I were an eleventy year old Sharpie® that has an alarm that goes off every three seconds so that you don't lose your seven-hole hole puncher while you're eating your BLT minus the B, L, and T, would you buy me?
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