Tuesday, March 6, 2012

tingly fresh genocide

Tonight, side-by-side
Mr.Fella and I flossed
We brushed our teeth
We gargled
Silence
I said, "It is weird that whenever I use mouth wash, I envision a million tiny germs screaming as they die a million, tiny, painful, deaths?"
He jumped, "I do too! It gives me a grim sense of satisfaction."
In unison, we nodded.

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