



This may be closely followed by crunching noises around the patella area, accompanied by excruciating pain and profuse profanities.
Consider yourselves warned.
you . . . you didn't, did you?
A shame the Surgeon General didn't get to us *before* the act, no? It would have saved you no inconsiderable discomfort, and, at the last and thankfully some time ago, the maintenance crew at the Metro North Commuter Rail station in Greenwich a rather large and revolting mess to clean...
You got drunk and had an awful lot of plastic surgery that makes you look an awful lot like a skinny white woman with an unnatural fondness for little boys?
IN THOSE SHOES?!
People need to be warned about the effects of Guinness? It's like drinking a cubic foot of Irish peat bog!
Oh sweetheart, not again???
Those socks are never going to work for you.
And what the hell were you doing, dancing the charleston?
Ouch! Advice well given, if not taken. :-P
Mmmm, Guinness.
Warning heeded tho. Get well soon!
Mmmm, Guinness.
Um... why did you do this?
oy. you didn't? hehe. duly noted.
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Ack!