Oh, that, Trish. I'm sorry for being vague. On disu's profile there were ten angels, but now there are only nine, 'cause I liberated one, but I'm beginning to regret it. Can you say, "unleashed inhibitions?" Whoa. She says she's done being cute, and Precious Moments really suck, and now she just wants to smoke out and watch cable porno. Tonight, drunk on tequila, she fell in the toilet, and I darn near flushed her, but she climbed up and bit my arse, giggling, stinky. I threatened to toss her onto the bug zapper, or maybe starch her and use her as a Christmas tree ornament and, you know what that means. Now if I could just keep her offa the damn hamster, we might could get along. One thing is for sure. It would be too cruel to sentence her to a life of cutesyness. I'll eat her in a grilled cheese & angel sandwich first. More merciful. My honor requires it.
This has been fun, but I think I'm probably done now. |
