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Deuce's Online Notebook
There’s something magically about how stream-of-conscious Roddy’s rant is.
When the new neighbors moved in, I stopped by with a few of housewarming gifts. They promptly loaded the moving van back up and I’ve never seen them again.
(via mothmilk)
Sometimes I think animals can transform themselves into rapists. Then I run out of drain cleaner to drink.
But Dad would.
Plop-plop, fizz-fizz, baby.
Can I get a real thing that comes with a bag on its head? That will make the process a little easier, I’ll wager.


