Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Frickin' Thieves

Friends, Romans, countrymen.
Thieves run rampant through RLA's stank-filled halls. What the hell, assholes? You've pushed this way too far. Goddamn, fuckers. You even got Sande to look up shit. Kleptomania my ass. iPods, purses, actual monies... Those don't really constitute as the usual klepto's 'worthless' MOD of gum and lip balm.
No, Sande. This person(s) is a plain thief and no amount of medical help would do jack shit. Mayhaps a stint in a stanky, cold closet... But I digress. It hasn't been approved as a viable treatment yet...
~DJ

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