Doris, before I jump out and take a steam, can you add more Epsom salts to my Jacuzzi? And I’d love a beer, too. You know the kind I like—the one with extra hops. Tomorrow is going to be huge.
Emo Bun will not be taking part in your Easter celebration.
Emo Bun would rather write a softcore punk song. Or watch Behind the Music: My Chemical Romance. Or go get new Converse at Hot Topic.
You don’t understand—painting Peeps black for Easter was pretty cool but—not cool enough.
Rounded belly, pleasantly full.
Sun beam gently warming furry skin.
There is nothing but fulfillment here.
We should all be so content, Emily E.
Bet your going-away party wasn’t as awesome as this: On his last day with four lion cubs, this “Men of C.O.” calendar candidate gets in some serious snuggling.