Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Whinging, Part II

Maybe you have the flu.  Or an ovarian cyst.  In other words, we're completely fucking useless.


  1. I Googled "pain in the ass" and your name popped up.

    1. I didn't know Peenee's first name and middle initial were "Preparation H."! (All y'all gotta quit feeding me straight lines, or I'm gonna need to join Weight Watchers.)

  2. Goodness...Now I'm worried! You take care of yourself out there.

    Anyway I blame that Creature from the Blore/Lorre Lagoon brunch you had. I'm sure that's how you get ovarian cysts, from bad brunches.


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