...to date a serial killer. No kidding, when they were voting Senior Most Likely categories, Wiserangel got unanimous votes for Most Likely to Date a Serial Killer. Fortunately, the worst I managed were Serial Assholes.
No, Terry, I'm Little Mary Sunshine, with my rose-colored glasses perched jauntily on my nose. I'll find the biggest psycho/asshole and think, "Awww, he just needs a little TLC..." and the fun begins...
Count Chocula. Cereal killer.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE COUNT CHOCULA!!!
ReplyDeleteReally. Just. Not. Surprised.
ReplyDeleteGrand, Bless. Your. Heart. :-P
ReplyDeleteBwhahahaha
ReplyDeleteYou were born like this??
For some reason I thought it was an acquired trait. Like you caught it from the aforementioned serial assholes.
Terry
Fla.
No, Terry, I'm Little Mary Sunshine, with my rose-colored glasses perched jauntily on my nose. I'll find the biggest psycho/asshole and think, "Awww, he just needs a little TLC..." and the fun begins...
ReplyDeleteJust too sweet for your own good, eh?
ReplyDelete(notice I snuck a little Canadian in. Hope MissK doesn't file a grievance. )
Terry
Fla.
Sweet?! Me?! Perish the thought. Try delusional masochist.
ReplyDeleteIf Boo Radley had a son...
ReplyDelete... then I would probably be Mrs. Radley. Love To Kill a Mockingbird.
ReplyDeleteSome folks call it a Kaiser blade. I call it a sling blade, umm hmmm.
ReplyDeleterpm, ~sigh~ what am I going to do with you?
ReplyDeleteNow, color me naive, I get the duct tape, shovel and garbage bags, but lube?! Anybody?
Lube, corpse? No, no!
ReplyDeleteExactly my point! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteSerial killers don't kill there girlfriends at least.
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