Me: *sniffle cough wheeze*
Rich: You sound like ass.
Me: I feel like ass. No! Death. I feel like DEATH. On toast.

Someone put me out of my misery.


Posted on June 2, 2005, in All about Sparkle Pants, Pretty happy fun friends, Quickies. Bookmark the permalink. Comments Off on eh.

  1. At least Death wears that stylin’ black robe…it never goes out of style, right?

  2. Word. Classic style, that Death :D

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