"Something died in my mouth. And then all its friends and family came over and had a wake. Where they mistook paint thinner for booze. And then they all ate bad brie, got food poisoning, and died too. But they're still there, because nobody's found them yet. The neighbors hated the smell so much they just moved out and into my brainpan, where they're currently building a new rec room. With stapleguns."
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Date: 2006-02-11 09:51 pm (UTC)