Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Voiceboxes Are Low In Cholesterol

If my mother ever said anything I didn't agree with (it has yet to happen), I think I would quickly like a vampire cyborg rush up to her neck and bite her voicebox out.

That way she would have to use one of those buzzer throat thingys to talk and I would move all like a robot when she talked stealing all the attention away from whatever lie she was saying.

4 comments:

Blog ho said...

the fun part of that is that your mom is a whore.

Anonymous said...

your mom is a whore?
i think i just saw her picking up some crack.....that would be harder to do with a voicebox.

Sharon said...

Thanks. Now I have to look at my mother's tracheaotomy in a different light.

Jezebelle said...

Hey...thanks for totally perving out on my blog. I heart perverts. When shall we met for breeding purposes?

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