Have you ever been buried in the sand up to your neck, and just when you thought things couldn’t get any worse, a wayward bull came along and repeatedly kicked you in the neck? No? Ok, I do concede that’s not an everyday event for most people. But can you imagine what that...
““If I apply this on your skin, it will make it better. It go away”
“My eyes go away?”
“The dark spots. Unhealthy. Dead cells. They go away”
Unhealthy dead cells go away. That sounded good. My face is not a cemetary. Get out, you dark cell scum, die, you dead cells, die…”
GTFO, 2016. And close the door behind you. | The Blah Blahs and the Yada Yadas says:
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