I got 5000 lines from a crazy lady. I found a dead mouse near the swings when I was about nine or ten. I picked it up by the tail and threw it into a crowd of kids. It hit one guy on the side of the face and then went down his winter jacket. He didn't know what it was but he found it eventually and looked at it, then realized what it was so he freaked out and threw it away but it hit the crazy lady. Some other kid ratted me out for starting the whole thing. I didn't write those lines though. She kept asking me and I just kept saying I wasn't finished. She said I had until Friday but she didn't say which Friday.

That last post of mine bombed. I couldn't think of any good jokes. It wasn't terrible but I think if I was to do it again I'd just shut the fuck up and talk about the art.