hyde rocks my socks!! ya know what.. his brother in real life is francis on malcolm in the middle! eric and danny masterson.. weeeeeeeird.
Anyways... so while I was busy writing "WHAAT???" on my mirror in white lipstick, I realized, no, I am not disoriented, I am awake, which feels like confusion to the average, mentally-sedated human. Hello chaos, I accept you. I accept you chaos, life, and can I have your baby? Now let's get this wheel in spin. I saw George's erection first... just for the record. I don't care who fucks who as long as I get it on videotape. WHAAAT??? interrupts my reflection now and I think it's quite fitting.
That was well-written. Toothpaste interrupts my reflection. Is that fitting? It's on my mirror...so...
Marisa, you could lick my mirror if you wanted, but it would leave a horrid taste on your tongue. Unless of course, you enjoy the taste of semen, lipstick, windex and choclate syrup. In that case, you make lick AND have a child (not two, you whore, just one) with my mirror. And Krystin, no, that is not fitting of you. Toothpaste is boring. It tastes like false mint, and is ugly. Everybody has toothpaste. You, on the other hand, are gorgeous, I would assume you taste more like cajun food than false mint, and there is not another like you. So you see, you MUST remove that toothpaste at once before it insults you any longer.
You know, I just licked my shoulder, and I do taste like Cajun food. I think I shall rub roux seasoning all over my bathroom mirror tomorrow afternoon.
hahaahaahaa.....I don't know how to respond to that. you have semen residue on your mirror? I've got some on my favorite pair of pants & that kinda sucks. ....
Yes, I have semen residue on this mirror. I do most of my writing in front of it, and my writer's soul is a hermaphrodite. When I have creative orgasms, it gets messy. Ahaha... sucks about your pants.