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! | but- -ever! | 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... | what?! | 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. | not again. you give them love, attention, fresh batteries and they're never satisfied. | goddamn whores! | 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 | | hey baby, 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.
