2001-02-07 - 14:09:41

A while back, I was at my friend Edsel's house (before I ran him over), watching My Little Pony on the big screen, when a strange thing happened. A man came to the door, selling wholesale Hostess Fruit Pies. Now, I thought that was pretty strange, but we were pretty hungry, so we ordered a few. A week later, 300 boxes of Hostess Fruit Pies arrived at Edsel's door. 300 boxes. Goddamn, that's a lot of pie. I don't remember ordering that many, but hell, I like pie, so we didn't complain.

I was reminded of this today when I opened my hall closet and was suddenly flat on my ass covered in a strange rotting mixture of pecan, apple, and cherry pie filling.

(I discovered that Fruit Pies are no substitute for a fellatio machine... I'm having a breakdown.)

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