and now for something completely different
a conversation between my left foot and plantar warts
*left foot enters, fresh faced with ruby cheeks and lollipop in hand, skipping merrily*
"well hello stranger, who might you be?"
-why ah'm a fungal virus eheyehheheh... *cough*
"gee that sounds fascinating, wanna be friends?"
>no wait left foot! you dont wanna talk to him! he's a no good carpetbagger who just wants to give you blue star stickers and rub lsd on payphones!<
"nonsense right foot, he looks swell to me"
and the plantar wart virus begins to make out with my left foot, resulting in an unhappy home life where i sit on the bathroom floor clipping away dead skin, scrubbing with a cheese grater, applying flesh-eating acid to my foot, and continue to pray to shivalinga for relief or a quick death
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Mood:
Repulsed -
Listening to: bramble blast - donkey kong country 2
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Playing: ssbb - IF I HAD ANYONE'S WII NUMBER!!!