guess what day it’s never been on this blog? it starts with a “th” and ends with “igh high thusday.”
“For God’s sake, John, lower your voice…”
“Are you wearing stockings?”
“And suspenders, yes.”
“Did you steal my Bart’s shirt?”
“Ugh, you reek of tequila. What the bloody hell were you doing last night?”
“John, please, don’t be dull. Use your imagination.”
and then depending on your ship, john either curls up into a ball on the floor and sobs quietly, or dies of a sudden explosive blood loss from his nose. THE END.
I liked this shirt. It’s all bloody now.
I need some kleenex.