This book is people:
As long as I don't actually think about it, there's a nice dotty sort of 19th-century leave-your-body-to-science-ness about that. And I know exactly what to do the next time I'm
presented with the hide of a dear friend who's been flayed by the vicious heathen savages
. (Whitefonted for the squeamish. As if you couldn't have guessed.)
Pillow Book, anyone?
Except that it lacks naked Ewan.
And I know exactly what to do the next time
Just make sure it isn't a copy of
The Silence of the Lambs
, amych.
Except that it lacks naked Ewan.
So many things do, sadly.
Tom, I know! Can you believe that shit! It allowed Arpaio to put on his Ace Crimefighter Bit though and that's...a lot less funny.
Tep, wrod.
Hey, does this link work?
[link]
Because, really, hummina.
I am awake. I do not wish to be awake (sure, I'm usually up by now, but I've been up since 7:30, as Paul woke up late and had to be driven in).
Lillian expelled some Actual Vomit in the car. While I have a message in, I think it's just that she gagged on her own drool with an empty stomach. Baby vomit = stinky.
Oh, man, I saw about two minutes of Entertainment Tonight last night, and they showed that picture. Yowsa.
The link worked fine right up until the point where I drooled into the touchpad.