Dykedor was a lesbian

Or maybe she was a bisexual...

Or maybe she was just... ugly...

But she was still DYKEDOOOOOOR!

DYKEDOOOOOOOR!

Burninating the relationships,

Burnininating the phallus,

Burninating the thatch roof cottages!!!

THATCH ROOF COTTAGES!!

I couldn't find any words that would make sense in place of "thatch roof cottages;" and I kinda like the way it sounds to begin with.

Because I'm sure the honky is capable of burninating some thatch roof cottages, too. With peasants inside. She just does stuff like that.

So what do I do when in emotional turmoil?

Write really dumb songs about really dumb people, eat only hint of lime nachos, watch lots of those sbemails, and download copius amounts of 70's porn music.

Wa-wikkawikka bow-ba wikkiwikka.

I highly reccommend this form of aversion therapy.

Oh yeah, and also go shopping a lot and go out to eat with my sauced up sister.

And dye your hair like 5 times in a row.

And make shirts that say "LESBIANS HAVE KIDNAPPED MY BOYFRIEND" and wear them tomorrow.

...the segway dots...

See, this is the part of the breakup where I'm not depressed anymore, just pissed off enough to make bad jokes and mean t-shirts and listen to Wham!'s "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" on repeat.

I like this part :).

Because this part puts the boom-boom into my heart, and sends my soul sky high when your lovin' starts.

And it's cool, because now I can explore some fun lovin' prospectives... or maybe just the one. Which is, AHEM, all I need. One, I mean. One is plenty.

Besides, polygamy is for the Mormons.

(Which is... ironic...)

Well, I've made great time on this bloke. Usually the mourning period lasts up to 2 weeks, or even... egad, 3 months. But this one whizzed by with a record time of 5 days.

Though I figured he wouldn't be that hard to get over... he's... not exactly the most "in-depth" human being in existance.

(A whoop-HA!)

Ok time for some barely legal sleep action.

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