Randy burst through the door. “Mandy, do you only love me for my money?!”
Mandy looked up from her fashion magazine, startled. “What? No! Honey! I love you for your… well, for your eyes!”
Randy sank into his chair stuffed with hundred-dollar bills. “Oh, phew.”
Mandy gripped her eye-socket spoon.
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Posted by Tim at 5:39 pm on December 4th, 2009.
Categories: Amusing, Artistic, Odd. Tags: cannibal, eyeball, eyes, fashion magazine, hundred-dollar bill, money.
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