There will be a meeting of my bedroom T-cell sometime within the next five minutes. The topics covered will be how many tissues I have left and what cd is in my stereo. No beverages containing Red #40 will be permitted on my carpet. Finger puppets are encouraged. Thank you.
MBE: “Don’t question it. Don’t look at it. Don’t consider it’s existence. Idiot, you just did, didn’t you? Since 1433.”
All of you get the hell out of my room, it is time for me to gnaw upon the carpet. Ohh, tissues, how very taboo. You know I hear tale you can blow your nose with 'em too…Where’s fatcans Merrow? Somebody go summon him.
MBE: “Yes, he decided to post today. Please refrain from self-soilage. Since 1567.”
Let’s try this again. Hopefully my picture goes through this time. This is me and was taken 5 minutes ago as I was preparing for MBE’s bedroom T-Cell meeting. I hope I’m not late. I have my own Kleenex, BTW.