
She doesn’t want to see the inside of your mouth.

She doesn’t want to see the inside of your mouth.

She has blue rocks.

I bet all those hands are cold and clammy.

It’s the flower that blooms in Winter… or maybe not. We’ll just have to wait and see.

I appear to have wrenched my neck. Life is suffering.

Borf has been waiting in line for a sammich for 6 days.