Yeah, you perverts, it's not what you think.
De is sick, kids. I think I have a tumor.
Anytime I have some unexplanable illness, I immediately think it's a tumor.
I daydream about what it would be like on my deathbed, saying goodbye to my loved ones, deciding which of my belongings go to whom.
It's not that I want to die but in this topsy-turvy world we live in, one should be prepared for the inevitable.
So, as much as I would love to regale you with more smut from the Skankerella files, I really need to concentrate on my tumor and be a total drama queen.
Don't worry, I'll be blogging on my deathbed. Isn't that what a good blogger would do?
Posted by De at June 5, 2006 06:33 AM | TrackBackI have several smutty, smutty ways of making you feel better. Naturally, I'll have to call Janine Lindemulder and Jessica Alba to help, but I think I can pull it off. My anteater-like tongue makes me very persualive that way.
I should note, though, that even though you'll feel much, MUCH better, you still won't be able to walk for several days. But its for you health, De. It's for your health.
As always, Dr. skippy shall see you shortly.
Posted by: skippystalin at June 5, 2006 06:50 AM