I don't know what the hell a "nasolacrimal duct" is, but even if it makes a convincing non-alcoholic beverage, I just cannot approve of the idea of milking the death of a loved one who was very close to all of us.
Alas, it seemed inevitible that after thrashing his cranium against random objects over the years, the brain damage would eventually get to him. May his final 36 hours of life go smoothly, as his consciousness blurs and all memory of the ones who cared for him so deeply suddenly vanish. *sniff*
Hi, I was just wondering if you had a deviantart page or something similar. I was stalking your threads in fanart and the stuff was shagtastic but the older pieces have all been removed. Thanks for the info if you give it, and cheers for making the pics if you don't.
It's a good thing I still have gravy. It's the only thing I can eat and digest without my dentures.
Damn kids these days. Back in our day, we had to spaz our thumbs out against that damn canary, and now our thumbs won't work anyhmore. Or how 'bout them old Rusty Bucket propeller room? Truly, our generation was the worst there ever was.