now playing in my hammock

“But there’s the child safety locks, and the mob hates it. But it’s definitely decreased body dumpings in the Delaware River.”
“Liver. My liver needs a drink.”
“Ok, southern accent is much better than the slur.”
“Wise words from a non-drunk woman.”
“I’m far more interesting ‘fine’ then she is. Because at least I go ‘nubbly, nubbly, nubbly.'”
“VDOprincess, aka Fruitfly, was crawling on the edge of the couch.”
“Once upon a time, there was a funny drunk. It scared her sister, but she took care of her, and cuddled her, and drunk drove buggies with her. Because if there were buggies, we would drunk drive them for sure.
“At least they’re soft and velvety, like black beauty. Because black beauty never waxed, dammit, she had a book written after her. National Velvet did too, because she ate twisted sweets.”
“Because? I never mentioned a WORD.”
“Designs? Do I look like a frickin English Garden?”

~ by wildeyedwonder on October 9, 2005.

One Response to “now playing in my hammock”

  1. you said “hell”.

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