But it does still raise the valid question of what the hell I'm made of, and I can only conclude that the answer is: ACID.
Sugar and spice and ACID.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
But it does still raise the valid question of what the hell I'm made of, and I can only conclude that the answer is: ACID.
Sugar and spice and ACID.
I just tried to figure out what the acronym ACID stood for. Obviously it needs to be go-home time now.
I just tried to figure out what the acronym ACID stood for.
Acidic
Corrosive
In
Der Teppy
So, like, did I mention it's my birthday?
Yay, Tommy!
Happy birthday, tommy! I wish you cake.
Allow me to pelt YOU with joy! (see tagline)
Happy Birthday, tommy!
Happy b-day tommy!
Happy Birthday Tommy!
Happy birthday Tommy! For your birthday I do not have cancer!
Aka, I got the repeat/further mammo with lots of extra views. And could see the techs screen, and was scared of a couple of the images she kept pointing at. But she said the doc looked at them and said not concerning, so...yay. Having actually seen it I'm MORE concerned than I was! But I'm paranoid. I'm also pretty convinced at the moment that my retina is detaching and I have diabetes and skin cancer. Yknow. Like you do.