Wait, what? Either you misread it, or I did.

That floral motif is somewhat bacterium and turd-ish, as well. Good job, Victorians.

I might want to live there.

I didn’t hear it as an order. Which she couldn’t enforce, anyway. It was more like a prayer.

Drunk violent garbage, sure.

To me, it seemed like her dream conveyance, and that’s why it was mentioned. It could have been a Rolls Royce, or a horse-drawn carriage, or a Mini Cooper, or whatever.

Oh geez, “Yorself”? Argh.

Yes. Go Fug Yorself is the only other site I comment on.

Right. I don’t think anyone could “egg me on” to smash glass. Unless, of course, I was already a violent piece of garbage.

Excellent!

I LOVE PUNS!

I was too lame to make a weather pun. Boo.

Maybe! Although, I once said hello to a local meteorologist in a dental clinic waiting room. Go, me.

I want to hear.

I would wear the first one. Until I hurt myself pushing my hair out of my eyes, or the like.

Photosynthesis.

I’ll pass, but hey- more for you.

Every baby needs a hunting bib.

That first one is unacceptable. It has love handles.

Oh joy! I’ve never before been interested in causing death for funsies, but that was before I could do it wearing pink!