You are going to injure yourself with these, lady. Or me. But it's like peeling a sunburn: I just can't seem to stop. Or you can't. I'm having a little bit of trouble differentiating between us, Q. Should we you be concerned about that?
I'm pretty sure you're taller--that should help you tell if you're you or me. Do you have to stand on tip-toe to see in your bathroom mirror? No? Then it's you.
...and it's only a concern if I start writing your stories and you start spending every free moment in the pit of doom.
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Here's a sentence from the pit for ya...
As he ran through the house, screaming and yelling at the top of his lungs, I knew something was wrong.
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Shit, what was your first fucking clue, buddy?
You are going to injure yourself with these, lady. Or me. But it's like peeling a sunburn: I just can't seem to stop. Or you can't. I'm having a little bit of trouble differentiating between us, Q. Should we you be concerned about that?
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...and it's only a concern if I start writing your stories and you start spending every free moment in the pit of doom.
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