It hurts to try and put your entire fist into your mouth.
Unless you're my sister. Who doesn't have small hands. She's the life of the party, she is.
Me, tiny hand, even tinier mouth. So my party trick involves putting my feet behind my head or hitting people, depending on how it's going.
Is that the one where they are singing about the left ventricle and so on?
Now I'm earwormed with pupupuppupump pupupupupupump pupupupupupump your blood
My mouth, surprisingly tiny. I make up for this fact by moving it twice as fast and twice as often, though.
Still. Fist. No. Freakin'. Way.
I used to be able to get much more of my fist in my mouth, I think. Now I can't get past my knuckles. My jaw is tighter now, I guess.
Yeah, no, I just tried (of course), and there's just no way.
And I want to try the bendy heart...
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ETA: Pretty!
How do you get the heart?
I am so doing a punked out version of the St. Joseph's heart song. It is the best song ever.
I am tired of doing my school reading. Especially since the more I think about it, the less necessary it seems. For the grading, I mean -- it's good stuff to know, but I bet I don't use any of this stuff in papers. The upcoming reading, yeah, but I think I give up on the shit from the 1600s.
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cool!
Stephen Colbert has grown a beard!
and is killing me with his take on the Gates.
Huh. I can fit my fist in my mouth. I thought there'd be no way in hell I could do it. But I had surgery that removed part of my upper jaw, which makes more room. Plus, I can pop my jaw out of joint to get my mouth open even wider.
Yay me!