As I lay down tonight in my feather blankies, I dream of getting a whore to do Gag Factor and convince her that it's tradition to cry out 'WHY, WHY, WHY!!!' while her head's upside down as she's choking on her own spit and gasping for air in between strokes.
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"What I do know is that if Karen Carpenter and Mama Cass Elliot had shared that sandwich they'd both be alive today." -Michael K