wow, girly, that is some serious stuff!
The mouth! She walked in mid-way through the whole thing and stood guard watching the goings-on.
I was scared, cause when it all first started happening, I was pretty much the only other person in so far, and I'm so not good with these things. Glad I didn't listen to her and called for help.
Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
Puppies are babies in fur coats.
Tinfoil...The Terrorizing Terminator
Yeah, that was a realy good call on your part.
I'm okay with medical stuff as long as there is no blood or protruding bones involved. Then I'm nautious and useless and you'd better call in Tink.
hehe I live for the blood and protruding bone calls!
Tink, that sounds so... uhm...
Yeah, she's a little sick in the head, but it works for her somehow.
I definitely couldn't handle anything gory!!
Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
Puppies are babies in fur coats.
Tinfoil...The Terrorizing Terminator
Attend the tale of Broadway Girl
If there is blood she's sure to hurl
But in distress her head prevails
She's calm and collected and she never bails
Not Broadway
Not Broadway Girl
The common sense girly of Broadway
(World)
That was beautiful! *wipes away tear*
*clangs triangle*
I would have thought you'd blow a tuba, SOMMS.
I was keeping it Sapphoric.
Updated On: 2/13/08 at 01:57 PM
Ah!
I love it! I'll have to use that as a sig sometime.
Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
Puppies are babies in fur coats.
Tinfoil...The Terrorizing Terminator
*bows*
D2 rocks!
I'm not sick, but you peoples want people to be trained to rescue/fix you when you are ill or injured....so those people, like me, become desensitized in a way to be able to handle it.
but yet I can't handle movie gore. Go figure.
I'd rather swim in a vat of blood, then have to deal with one diaper filled with green poo.
How vivid.
Can you work it into my lyric/poem?
Updated On: 2/13/08 at 02:36 PM
For you, SOMMS, anything.
Well, almost anything.
Okay, so *HI* everyone.
I got offered a ticket to SPICE GIRLS tonight. So I'm going. AGAIN! YAY!!!!
Tink, you act like my saying you're sick was a bad thing.
Hey Shira! Tell me what you want. What you really, really want.
**blushes** oh, hehe
Okay, SOMMS, this is for you:
Attend the tale of witty SOMMS
His sharp retorts are dropped like bombs
But faced with a diaper of stinky green poo
Our smart urbane SOMMSY knows not what to do
Not SOMMSY
Not dear old SOMMS
The elegant poster of Broadway
(World)
I like it.
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