Sniff. Goodbye, my love. You are now only a memory of my
horny-at-the-Spencer-Gifts-poster-rack-
hiding-the-fact-that-you're-getting-a-boner-
looking-at-the-nips-while-your-parents-aren't-around-
and-hoping-they-don't-come-back-from-Sears-until-
you're-done-staring
youth.
Goodbye.
