don't choke, oh sweet ivorypearlescent goo: come on, you know better than to surf and eat!

this post is rated pg14 for sheer unpalatability.
on that caveat of entry...
it would seem, gloriously, that i have motherlodeacne last few days hitting conscious pustularpain level awareness. the krakatoapolyphonicSPRAY syndrome, how could that not hurt?...sheesh. and my dinner was good really when i wasn't wondering how my chin would morph and envelop the nearest 3 tables of benignlydrunken smileyfaces in a sugarpoppin' cometodaddy pusfest.
and you thought noone commented because the content was wang!.. no darling, it's all about interfacing your spiritual advisor, pimping your friends, and keeping it lightheatedly amusant for theidledropperbyers who wanted nothing more than a cheap setabarbells or a good moist grope...
off to pop or sleep, how dilemma laden...i think i shall become a consciencious objector to honeyyouisaflippin'grown-upgrow-up! getting adolescentangstyskindisorders. like zits-a-go-go.