Toxic Ta-Ta
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Artist:
No, this isn't about poisonous boobs. I'm just running a little short on bile at the moment, and I've got some professional stuff that requires greater focus on my part. So I'm taking a little hiatus from the "You hate us."
It may be a week. It may be a month. It may be more. But for now, it's ta-ta to Toxic Tuesday for me. As for the rest of you, carry on. I shall be in the vicinity, and swooping back if and when the toxicity gets too great to bear. Now, in the spirit of fellowship and kindness, let's all join hands and sing!
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Comments (20)
i'm not requesting an Encore. you exit with a bang.
Right. Put on the hobnailed boots and stomp on that new litter of kittens. Let's drop The Big One and let whichever supreme being shows up to sort out the mess. "88" y'all.
Robin: No whimpering here.
Rawk: Yeah. Sorry.
dmdm: Settle down, crustaceans.
Aiea: Kinder. Gentler. Sweeter. Ah, what the hell! Hammer 'em!
Come back, Little Sheba.
The Lord indeed moves us in mysterious ways. Pete Seeger does not.
Andrew: I'll convey your wishes to Sheba.
Jonh: Someone's crying, Lord...
We all need a much needed break from the toxicity. You've had a long run w/this. If you come back w/it, great, if not, even better, haha!
We all need a break now + then so hope it is productive for you.
Looking forward to playing this upon your return but, in the meantime, I'll say "It wasn't my idea; didn't pull the trigger.":
Beware of A. Paul Calypso.
Piece out.
Damn I shouldent have listened to this right before bed! Now I'm gonna have Mission based nightmares! I'll probably need a vicaden just to get to sleep!
August: Be careful what you wish for - or don't wish for. (heh)
Fasted: The gun wasn't even loaded.
danse: Don't kill the messenger.
Ok but I'm not gonna tip him!
Unless you give him the tip of your boot?
The man in the crowd
With the multicolored mirrors
On his hobnail boots
;-)
Wait a minute. Is this Sunday Under the Covers?
soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the National Trust
(genius)
Clearly, you need a fix.
Mother Superior jumped the gun?
Someone may have jumped the gun, but not me.