I'm day drinking so I read this as farts.

I scrolled two pages to try and find a place to reply to you that wasn't on the basement blog, but I just wanted to say that your screen name is a gas and made me poop myself laughing. Incontinent, obvs. Further, this comment above reads like Penthouse Forum.

To the end of the Earth.

I hate it when you make me click over into the basement.

Nuts. Barbra Streisand starring in 'Nuts'.

Fukko is my new favourite since I worked out that we misspent our youths in the same small town nightclubs. Hysterical. I love/hate how tiny this Earth is.

my hand drawn replication

Eight out of nine is a good score. One of those hookers is a wreck in the head, but, every party needs a pooper.

Calling all the basic bitches:

Just this one hooker trying to start drama 'bout me and Beets. Not the first time, unlikely the last. You've seen it, it posts a million boring opinions on every article, but never gets a joke. Whatever. Thanks, love.

This username, like my previous, is designed to sort the riff from the raff. If you get the extremely poor taste joke, then come sit by me, if not, then, well, ok. You seem quite rational, so, no harm, no foul. Thanks for the blessing. Shanti shanti.

I am always, regardless of location or intent, here for the hot ass.

Oh, don't worry, sweetie, I found the thread. Isn't that follow function a gas? So, anyways, it's always lovely to learn that one has an undisclosed enemy. Que Suerte! FTR, I make no claim to being anywhere approaching young, in fact, I make a big deal about being an old junkie whore. As I said to the piece of loose…

I had, like a damn fool, stopped reading for years because it's so easy to just internet, but when I remembered how much I love intelligent information, it was like riding a bike.

Thanks, B. I'm gonna read that. I'm working my way through the Harlem Renaissance authors right now, coz I'm neighbourly like that. This week at the Uptown Pervs Bookclub is The Blacker The Berry, which is brilliant and heartbreaking.

Noted, and submitted to the board for their consideration. (The Board, in this instance, are the voices in my head).

I's dead classy, like.

They will have to pry the spliff from my cold, dead hands on the day that I am (a girl can dream) found raped, murdered and left in an alley, but your sciencey numbers and appeal to thrift present a compelling argument. If only vaping gave that rich, full throated satisfaction. :(

I am a huge fan since that one time I learned about meat tenderiser from you, but I'm afraid that for spliff rolling I can only grade you a 7/10.

blew up on me in public.