Stamps
Am I seriously standing here on line while you contemplate whether to go with a book of Liberty Bells, American Scientists or Beautiful Blooms? It’s a postage stamp, not the name of your next child. Is your sense of self so fragile and so in need of constant bolstering that you need a one-inch-by-one-inch piece of adhesive to communicate your being? You’re the same fucker who puts Bible quotations in the signature of e-mails, aren’t you?
YID VICIOUS
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