Incoherent Babbling

[SaintCervixCancer]

God, I'm so miserable.

[Dark_Lord_Khrima]

Cramps?

[SaintCervixCancer]

YES, OMG! The pain is so intense in my junk that it's like living with my step-dad all over again.

[bigddan11]

They really are to a degree.

They are miserable, constantly about something.

####...unhappy.... disgruntled....vaguely displeased.

[SaintCervixCancer]

It makes me want to dismantle the patriarchy or have some chocolate ice cream.

It's one of those or both.

[Dark_Lord_Khrima]

Yeah, my step-dad always gave me off-brand vibrators, too.

That is what we're talking about, right?

[bigddan11]

Chocolate ice cream is terrible.

[SaintCervixCancer]

His name was Jackrabbit.

So yeah, it's similar.

[SaintCervixCancer]

Oh, I see...you prefer vanilla, huh?

I get it. Sometimes you're the bone, sometimes you're the bonee.

[bigddan11]

Naw, I like cherry jubilee, then caramel, lemon sorbet, next chocolate, then vanilla.

I think most vanillas I have experienced are remarkably similar, so much so as to be off putting after large amounts at once of various sorts in a short period of time.









A slight fluctuation in the taste here and there and maybe a hint of spice...wait...I went off on tangent again about ice cream related or something....I think?

Anyway, to be crude and lack any sort of wit (not that I had any to begin with, mind you) in response to your last sentence...yes. But I never get the chance to bone anyone. :[

But I never have a ####, I suppose...

[SaintCervixCancer]

You can borrow mine. It's full of lemon syrup.

[bigddan11]

Forgive my temporarily terribly grammar and typing from previously...as will my drunkeness hopefully.


Rah-rah, you absurd bastard, you know that's custard!

[SaintCervixCancer]

Ah, you got me! I can't sneak anything past you when you're inebriated!

Or should I say...sauced in the ribs?