Sarah Killian The Mullets of Madness
“And it’s not like I could possibly do my exercises nude—that would be totally rude and inappropriate. Duh.”
I roll my eyes with much aggravation, and sigh, “Whatever. Let’s just get some sleep, please.”
“Sure thing, girlfriend! G’night, grumpy-pants!”
With a click, the lights are off and I think at last I have a reprieve. Another click, and the T.V. lights up and the sounds of Alexandra Cameltoe fill the room. I silently groan, then concede it could be worse. Eventually, I am able to drift off to the song Right Hand Job.
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