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?
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?

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Oh, you know how Clark can be! *whacks his head on principle*
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You know, I've had people tell me I have a really good sense of humor, but it's totally not true. I'm the cheesiest person, and I know this for a fact because my 10 year old is a little clone. Together...we're like an evil horribly-bad force of bad-joke-nature. See? That made no sense, and I'm totally laughing. *rolls eyes at self*
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Clark, Clark, Clark, no one is that fucking perfect. Admit you love him and take to the bed, together!
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ballet_boot
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