Aw, c'mon now. Really? Fucking really. How the ever-living shit am I supposed to go to my fucking doctor's appointment with tits? I mean, seriously now. I need to get this thing off of my fucking leg. Like - yesterday-like. It's fucking itchy.

And Evelyn said I could probably get it off. She promised. I can't have lady-bits right now. Ugh. Fuckers ( Read more... )

Y'know what still confuses me?

[The question is punctuated by a clamory-clattery sound of something wheeled and a swish of curtain-rings. There's a steady beep in the background, keeping its own time.Holidays. I mean, mortals are crazy into their holidays. They've got a whole bucketload of the things. One for every day. And I say 'one for every ( Read more... )