BOO!
BOO!
Here — I re-posted it. You're welcome for the nightmare fuel. It's been updated to include a few theories we've been working on as explanation:
I had a couple of folks in Groupthink ask me about this, so I hope it's ok I re-post; I originally submitted it here. I have edited it to include the various theories that we've come up with as explanations (below the original story).
I totally thought of you when I saw this!! http://www.etsy.com/shop/tigerflig…
Alas. They should really just send out the information in pamphlet form from hot air balloons over every major city. Sigh.
That is a REALLY good name!
LOL — DIED IN VAIN, indeed. I like where your head is at.
Maybe it was an accident. Like maybe she accidentally stuck her face in a microwave or something.
WHOA. There should be a warning on this.
Totes. Why would that sound creepy?
To the GroupThink mobile, friends! Let's organize a sign-up! We can post updates on our hilarious, spicy progress!
I HATE that term. It's so fucking degrading — to both genders. For women, it implies that anorexia is a purely female problem, associate with weakness. For men, it means you have to BE a woman/weak to suffer the disorder. RAGESTROKE.
I want "Strange Pussy" to be my stage name now.
Be a great name for a dating site.
Jesus. That kid getting, er, serviced, or Pussied, or WHATEVER — he looks like a teeny Adolf Hitler. With the cold dead eyes of someone already contemplating how he's going to paint "Free Kittens" on the side of his van.
It's a restaurant where the portion size is a BUCKET. A BUCKET of fried motherfucking chicken. What did you expect? Grilled soy crackers?
Oh man. So many. The Mistress of the Art of Death series is amazing to listen to. Also, it's a super creepy/Lolita-ish book, but In Malice, Quite Close is gorgeous to listen to — that French accent. Yes, please. Hmmm... what else? I am such a whore for audiobooks. I finally figured out how to borrow them for…