Robbi, a freakishly giant eyed twenty year old, was hiding in the closet crying.
His buddies were in the living room.
Plans for a road trip were brewing.
Robbie wanted to go.
But there would be no 'eye spy with my GIANT eye' for Robbie to play.
Life is short. Or perhaps it lasts for a really, really long time. No one is really sure. Which sucks. If they can't figure that out definitively then what else don't we really know? The perfect size for a jar? What a fuckin' miserable thought. Fuck that. Instead here are the silly, weird, unhinged, absurd, silly, stupid, completely unrelated to hinges (moslty), poorly edited, outpourings and thought vomits of a silly idiotic teddy-bear of a dickhead. Staring David 'Pinky-Von-Sox' Tieck
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