They'll have to pry the lipstick out of my cold, dead hand.
I can feel the glorious hubris all the way ovah heah Miss-Not-Deformed-Or-Anything.-J.
Yeah, big yucks, you two.And me over here still trying to get a glimpse of my feet.
ARe you talking to Susie Sunshine and me or...Wait.Never mind.-J.
Gentle Readers: For the time being, I've turned off comment moderation. Please don't spam; it's not nice.xxx, Poppy.