Whiskey and Dental Floss (OR: The Impossible Rendered Poopy.)

[risingconcern]

Yeah, hmm, uh, um, hrm, kinda', mm, schwooo... peculiarly enough, I'm thinking. All the time. I'll catch myself, unabashedly, like your mom when she found you with that Playboy/girl/stuffed animal. Call it nail-biting, except with fatty pink tissue and bodily fluids. Ed's note: Juliet, he's waiting on that proposal still - he's an impatient star

Comments

[sordid_endeavor]

you may as well been speakin' spic.
now i know we're out of touch.

[risingconcern]

I thought it was the "whothehellareyouagain?" part, but I digress.

[grungerocker83]

j, it's carly.

[risingconcern]

(Hope it wasn't acidic, that wasn't my intention.)

Being covetous of your picaresque hair, can I have the remants after you're done? I'll toss it eventually, but a memorial seems in order all the same.

[freakishpenguin]

You and your beating people to make them realize they're beautiful.

[risingconcern]

Where's my money?