Oh look, I found my words. An evil sea hag–with incredible breasts–traded me a month’s supply of tea for my voice. Until she popped the lid on the Tupperware container she’d put it in and actually listened to what I sound like. Needless to say, I got a refund and didn’t have to return the tea.
Good thing. She would’ve had to accept my pee. I drank all the tea in the house struggling to make it through the holidays in one piece. One trembling, completely batshit piece of babbling idiot. Winter...
Published on December 29, 2014 02:00