quidnunc

Mar 29, 2005 17:04

Whenever I think of snot I imagine little green bubbles protruding from the crusty nose of a 3 year old. They grow and shrink with each breath of the child until they finally pop, unacknowledged by the toddler. ooh ooh, and their grimy stubby little fingers that they stick into their gaping maws, and then tangle around your recently washed hair ( Read more... )

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niord March 30 2005, 05:11:57 UTC
ew. you're a good writer.

ew.

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