I'd like to see Wedgies and other assorted Creeping Underpants in Mordor.
Also, those dumb vinyl gloves we have to wear in my food service job, that have a cornstarch powder inside them that stays on your hands and everything you touch.
Also, the thought of both of those combined.
I live my life in constant paranoia, friends.
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But all the while I sit and think of times there were before
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door
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