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| YOU LOOK CONFESSIONAL TODAY!! | |
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| HOSENECK, sometimes I just get so depressed that I don't know what to do. I want to scream. I want to tell someone how bad it hurts. I want to be hugged. I want a wet kiss on the nipple. | |
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| YAP, YAP! EVERYONE WANTS A NIPPLE KISS. JOIN THE LYNCH WAGON! | |
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| ...and I want to point to the sun as it sets and ask them, "How do you know it really goes away?" Have you ever chased it down? Ridden it to its conclusion? These anti-answers just leave me blue... | |
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| DR. HOSENECK PRESCRIBES ONE BOTTLE OF WRIST-SLIT!! TAKE TWO AND SEE ME IN HELL!! I'VE GOT LAUNDRY TO SIFT THROUGH. OTHER PEOPLES'!! | |
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| If I wasn't mounting you right now, I might just do that. | |
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