Dear God,
Please break my mother's camera. She is torturing me. Everytime I turn around she has that thing pointed in my face. The time to act is now. Thank you.
Sincerely,
Dexter Barr
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2 comments:
Dear Dex,
Act now, or be banished to a lifetime of Mamarazzi -- sneaking up behind you, snapping you at the worst angles.
Dex,
God never hears our prayers to break our mother's cameras; although we ask him again, and again, and again, and again. (You might try your Godmother, she's as strong as any man!)
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