Ahhh, but isn't she a Gorgeous, Gormless Boneca, my little sister?
My friend just rang me to tell me about stick insects which masquerade as Shit, and told me she wished that in a past life she was a stick insect with the ability to look like a piece of shit 'cos then she could look in the mirror and think "Hell yeah, I'm a piece of shit"
So I told her in my last life I hoped I was an actual piece of shit, 'cos then I wouldn't be a poser like her. But she said I'd have no legs so it would be rubbish.
Anyway, we ended up having a minutes silence in rememberance of poos gone by, as suggested by our other friend who was listening to the conversation.
And this is what we discuss at the age of 21 on a Monday evening. Oh dear.
