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The Kamikaze Squirrel

A watering hole for drunken, suicidal rodents

Saturday, July 14, 2007

May I eat your eyeballs?

Heard often: "Oh my God-your skin is so soft. What do you do?"
Emerging from my pod every morning is a natural exfoliant.
Posted by Kamikazee Squirrel at 6:25 AM
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