Okay. I didn't say anything when Mommy slowly left her sleeping place. I didn't even say anything when she nether-swallowed the mexican whilst pushing babies out on top of him. (in Hindsight, I should have said something because that? was fucking sick).
But the groom's walk? Those happy children tearing the guy up? And Hillary cooing over them? Man. Man. MAN! Don't do that to my mind, please. Never. Again. I'm surprised I can still spell upright.
If I was Aggie, Hillary could have handed me a little red-skinned child with horns and an unholy choir chanting "satan" and I would have gladly taken the boy into a nice and loving home. Just as long as I got out of that place.
All of which means, of course, that I will have to think of people I can spring this on. It could be the new 2girls1cup – watch as people listen to Sigler's Sickness.