The deed is done. I have successfully tied the dental floss noose round my armpitty intruder. Mind you, it wasn't fucking easy. You try lassoing a meaty nubbin' with one hand. It was like like attempting to extract a greased Vienna sausage from a tub of tapioca with your toes. Which I have tried, and it's not as easy, or delicious, as it sounds.
Anywhich, now the waiting game is on. I'm kind of afraid to look at it -- I kept catching a glimpse of it when I was getting dressed this morning and it kinda looked furious... like this:
If you don't hear from me in a few days, call the authorities... and a good exterminator.
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It has been more than a few days. Do we need to send in reinforcements?
I think the blood supply was cut off... but the WRONG WAY. That's right, crabbydad turned black and fell off, and now there's just a skin tag in his place. A skin tag raising two children, passing gas and playing drums in a mysterious Michigan town.
Crap. Kevin21 said what I was going to say.
It's like Kevin21 once said to me, "Nike High Heels, Monster High Celebrities, Jordan Heels, Nike Dunk Sb High Heels Black and Pink, High Heel."
That is SO Kevin21.
Classic Kevin21. Too bad we never see him, now that he found that Russian wife and Canadian pharmaceuticals.
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