Sick Humor. No, Actually "Sick." But "Sick" Too, Part II
As the United States plumbs its collective auras and penumbras in search of the magic point where tactful yet topical humor intersects with a disgusting fascination for the filthy, someone has gone and cut right to the chase.
The craziest part? There's comments on that blog. Discussions. What the hell is wrong with people?
(I actually just had my auras plumbed last week by the way, and let me tell you! I'm walking taller, sleeping through the night, and - wouldn't you know it - my pants fit better! Make sure to have them warm the plumbing thingy first, is my advice.)
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I laughed.
I laughed.
Then felt reeeeally bad about it.
Now I'm OK though.
Yeah, that's kind of what I
Yeah, that's kind of what I went through. Then I felt good about feeling bad and right about that time the fifth martini of the night ripped like a dull knife through my cerebral cortex, and I didn't care any more. Like Patton sez... what the hell do I know?
Resquiacat in pacem, Terri.