Nah, more like how sometimes you see a totally repulsive coworker and have a sudden, jarring mental flash of them making the O face.
'Sleeper'
Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Nah, more like how sometimes you see a totally repulsive coworker and have a sudden, jarring mental flash of them making the O face.
Wow, that was an image I never needed.
Ever.
Where's the damn brain bleach when you need it?
What? That shit doesn't happen to you?
No, not with repulsive co-workers...
But now and then with my Grandparents, sure.
It happens, I just really was good at repressing it. In the back of the brain. Behind the otters. And away from the marching band. You know, really repressed.
O!
O!
O!
ORLY?
That's just mean.
Everyone knows your suits are molded on.
Sorry, that was insensitive of me. Moulded.
Yes, it was mean. I am a meany-pants, mold not included.
What? That shit doesn't happen to you?
Totally happens. And it's horrible.
Otters!
That's all I got.