elvis wasn't quite what i was getting at but thinking about the "other" relaxation method led me to remember when we first met and that taser thing that-
that "taser thing" is something we never mention again!
ah, that's a shame.
not in the slightest.
as i really wanted to ask if there was the slimmest of chances that i might be able to borrow it.
are you serious?!
i'd give it back.
she isn't just a taser, she's my...
actually, here. take the dirty slut. i don't want to see her-
it, ever again!
that's excellent g. thank you so much.
i really think this is going to help.
you give them love, attention, fresh batteries and they're never satisfied.
whoa, not cool man. unresolved issues much?
look, it's just a taser. i only need it to get me off and-
la la la la la la,
i can't hear you.
la la la la la la la la la la la la
my name is bob.
by Lliam Amor, Dan Beeston and the Goatlord.
©2009 Dan Beeston
I like to relax by rubbing salt into open wounds.
Not my wounds, obviously.