How Else Can I Stop Grinding My Teeth? Posted by quo1 on June 21, 2013 Posted in: Cartoon, Humor, Musings. Tagged: candy, doctors, medical, medicine, sleep disorders. 21 Comments AdvertisementShare this:ShareTwitterRedditPinterestFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Posts navigation ← Don’t Get Mad. I’m Doing You A Favor. Delicious →
You look good in drag, quo.
Oh, this old thang?
Yeah. Give us a wink and a smile, work it work it!
It’s hard to strut in these heals.
You mean heels. You should have practiced with some stiletto’s first.
Right, heels. I must have been thinking about the blisters they’re giving me.
Beauty has it’s price, you know. It’s not easy being sexy.
I hear ya, sister.
Luckily for me, it comes natural.
Evolution has been kinder to you than to me. I have to work for it. I have to strut and wear wax lips.
Well, it’s working. I feel the urge to pinch your bum and ask you to bring me a beer.
I’m not a piece of meat. I’m a living, breathing cartoon invented from some man’s psyche. I deserve to be treated as such…
um, what kind of beer do you want?
Bud Light Draft. Frosty mug. Thanks, sweet cheeks.
The life of a sex object.
I know, right?
i’m traumatised…this is the stuff of nigthmares
Imagine this looking at your from outside your window tonight. You’re welcome.
wow – you are one hot dudette!
Wax lips don’t make me any different than any other doodle.