Tom, trust me, you have a way to go before your body can possibly be as gross as baby!body.
Do you get stinky crud in your neckfolds? Do you even HAVE neckfolds? Thigh creases?
All those cute little rolls on infants are special secret hideouts for stink.
I take it you have to pay extra for the model that rhymes?
I couldn't come up with a good rhyme off the top of my head, other than "Like the tail of a cow." Which was lame.
oh, and from the other day, Tom. No, I will not go buy your comics. me, nsm with the hanging out at the comic store. you know how people scare me.
My brother and SIL were relieved when my nephew grew out of his projectile upchuck phase. Especially since it meant they no longer had to worry about getting all the upchuck out of their ear canals.
Babies are so runny.
Dude, it should totally be musical. That would be so cool!
you know how people scare me.
You should use your fists on them.
I mean, if you
exist.
oh dear lord. my cousin just sent me this gossip site link [link] sorry if it was already posted
You should use your fists on them.
I mean, if you exist.
Okay, wait. msbelle is wee, not non-existing. Narrator is
the
person who does not exist. Ever. Or possibly never. "Victor" and "thessaly" exist in the minds and hearts of anyone who has ever dreamed of being at least half of a hip, bi-coastal poet couple. Frank and I exist, sometimes, but never at the same time.
Victor better exist, because I'm no longer taking copy edits from figments...it's a new rule I have.