Thursday, December 18, 2008

"Logs on the fire fill me with desire."

Because of their slight yet imaginary resemblance to male body parts?

Because you're a pyromaniac?

Because some hot lumberjack cut them up for you while Bridges-of-Madison-Countying you last summer?

Because you are a dendrophiliac?

Who decided that these were good lyrics?

Why do they come back every year to bother me?

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