I torment my wife, drive my friends demented, and leave libelous comments on my favourite blogs, but put me in front of a miserable excuse for an existence and I just can't be nasty.
I blame my mother. I'd kill her if she wasn't dead.
Hmmm, portents of blood-letting. Better stock up on my beer - the gulping of which to better mute my wailing and my gnashing of teeth. (Especially when I'm asleep and wrestling with a night- or day-mare. I've been told I grind my teeth while in slumber sometimes.)
Oh, who am I kidding. I almost always stock up on beer anyway. Bad dreams (and reviews) or not.
I foresee wailing and gnashing of teeths.
ReplyDeleteI can't do mean. Just can't.
ReplyDeleteI had a really fucking good 'toothless' line and everything.
I'm just glad I won't be around most of this week.
Does AAYSR have a first aider?
Seriously? You can't do mean? What does that even MEAN?
ReplyDeleteI can't be nasty to people I don't know.
ReplyDeleteI torment my wife, drive my friends demented, and leave libelous comments on my favourite blogs, but put me in front of a miserable excuse for an existence and I just can't be nasty.
I blame my mother. I'd kill her if she wasn't dead.
I can't do nasty for reals, at least, I don't think I can. But i can play nasty on television.
ReplyDeleteHmmm, portents of blood-letting. Better stock up on my beer - the gulping of which to better mute my wailing and my gnashing of teeth. (Especially when I'm asleep and wrestling with a night- or day-mare. I've been told I grind my teeth while in slumber sometimes.)
ReplyDeleteOh, who am I kidding. I almost always stock up on beer anyway. Bad dreams (and reviews) or not.