Oh Scotch Tape, how you delight me. You cover up my mistakes and make all my Christmas packages look tight and firm. You are the platic surgery of Christmas. I rescued five packages of you from obscurity at my local Dollar General--I brought you home and have kept you safe and warm; I gave you a place to lay your weary end piece. But I am a cruel mistress, Scotch Tape. I will use you. I will abuse you. I will discard you without a second thought. But oh! how I will cry when you are gone. I will yearn for you, Scotch Tape.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Secret Lovers...Yeah.
That's what we are. Try so hard to hide the way we feel.
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3 comments:
c r e e p y.
Bite me.
Why don't you have your Scotch tape do that...since you love it so much.
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