The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, the worms play pinnocle on your snout. They eat your eyes, they eat your nose, they eat the jelly between your toes...A song I heard when I was a child. pretty sick...
EEwwwww, I'm getting seriously worried about the state of your mental health, Michelle. A good Christian mother shouldn't be coming out with the sorts of things that you do. I come to expect this sort of thing from Herge, so I'm not at all worried about his psychosis just at the moment.
One of the characters in Ian Banks's 'The Wasp Factory' collected toe 'cheese'. Not very tasty.
I love how blogging has expanded my mind and made me aware of such literary genius.
I'm not sure of the picture, it gives me the creeps. Not sure if I'll sleep well tonight having this image in my head, especially as I'm not in my own bed and sleeping minus my three bed companions, who if I was with, would be a great comfort, especially the biggest of the three who is my favourite, (even though I don't usually have favourites, I do in this case).
Anonymous is obviously from Turin.Sheer fuckin' genius.
And what if I haven't meaty toes? What then?
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