scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

20.7.04

i have to say, if i was on fear factor, which i wasn't actually watching but which was sort of making background noise while i was painting that one wall green, here's who i wouldn't be: i wouldn't be the person giving advice. it's a game show, idiot. "ooh, they're going up your nose - breathe out, like this. okay, great, you're doing fine." i would be the bastard psyching everyone else out. "ooh, they're going up his nose - and that's a fat one, too, do you think they bite? i think i remember they have really big mandibles. what if it died in there? awwwggghh, i bet they smell bad. i mean, centipedes. don't they eat shit? or live in it, or something? so isn't that like having shit actually crawl up your fucking nose? awww, that's gross! man, i don't know if one chance in six at not even that much dough is really worth this."

(gee-ross, for those in the know.)

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