Good Thing I am Not Wearing Shoes
I am failing every intelligence test known to woman, today. I don't want to talk about it, but the highlight so far:
I burnt my mouth, tongue and lips, all in one go. Kill me, kill me now. Good thing I am not wearing shoes; you need 60 IQ points to do so, and I think I would kill myself in the attempt.
Oh, and if I start whinging about the production values of a book whilst reading it, I'm thinking I'm not really all that involved, now am I....
Boobies icon for this post,because obviously I need to seduce a chef to come and burn his tongue, lip and mouth all at once for me rather than me doing it.
I burnt my mouth, tongue and lips, all in one go. Kill me, kill me now. Good thing I am not wearing shoes; you need 60 IQ points to do so, and I think I would kill myself in the attempt.
Oh, and if I start whinging about the production values of a book whilst reading it, I'm thinking I'm not really all that involved, now am I....
Boobies icon for this post,because obviously I need to seduce a chef to come and burn his tongue, lip and mouth all at once for me rather than me doing it.
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And I've picked up the hot iron by the flat side