woe is mir

Transference has abandoned me, the bitch. Nothing, not a word, and stalled because I'm not sure what happens to Jerry, and Clark's not taking to the arm twisting too well.

Yer Mother: You love him, you little bitch! Admit it! Stop thinking about his past and start thinking about some damn assex, right now!!!

Clark: But Ma! he's a killer! A gangster, a goon!

Yer Mother: You'll never do better than him, honey--he has looks, money, a great sense of humor and an enormous doinky--where are you gonna get all that in one package?

Clark: But Ma! He's a killer!

Yer Mother: Oh fuck, if you're just going to keep nit-picking....



you ever notice how when people say someone has a great sense of humor, they hardly ever do?