Yes, I’m Looking At You.
July 18, 2008
“You aren’t going to lie around and moan all day,
are you, dear?”, enquired Mother, solicitously side-stepping
an incisor and a small tangle of intestine. Edgar nodded weakly
and tied off another tourniquet with his teeth.
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July 18, 2008 at 11:03 pm
Quite the cutting, incisorive remark that Mother made. Too bad Edgar doesn’t have the guts to retaliate… taat really bites.
July 20, 2008 at 7:48 pm
“…but how the tourniquet got his teeth is what I’d like to know!”
[Groucho Marx is annoyed with me.... punishment awaits]
July 21, 2008 at 10:17 pm
Edgars arguments were always a bit toothless.