July 8, 2007
Mea Pulpa
That's like a confession, only without bothering to strain out the chunky parts.
I've been a bitch lately. A crabby little piss ant. I blame the meds, because that's much simpler than examining my genetic code for latent defects. Those pills were supposed to chill me out, but they made me a horrid cunt.
I'm firing the pill-pushers and starting a purist regimen. Nothing but double bonded whiskey and salt water taffy for me!
Grrr. I feel better all ready.
The pills just stave off the inevitable. Better to stew in the glorious depression/tendency to murder/frolicking in womens underwear and get it over with.
Trust me.
Unless it's the murder thing - don't call me if it's the murder thing. Just buy a couple bags of lime and leave me out of it.
Posted by: LauraN at July 8, 2007 12:16 PMThe key to lime is in the preparation, Laura. If you keep it dry it's quicklime, and will dissolve body parts. If you wet it it becomes slaked lime, a preservative. Imperative you don't wet the lime!
Posted by: Velociman at July 8, 2007 12:43 PMMMMMMMMMM Whiskey & Taffy.
Works for me.
Warm beer and Oreos, however, will make you barf.
Posted by: Peggy U at July 9, 2007 1:43 AM