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 Share this:Share Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related Posts navigation ← Don’t Get Mad. I’m Doing You A Favor. Delicious →
Evolution has been kinder to you than to me. I have to work for it. I have to strut and wear wax lips.
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?
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.
*sigh*
I know, right?
*sigh*
i’m traumatised…this is the stuff of nigthmares
Imagine this looking at your from outside your window tonight. You’re welcome.
gets worse…
too funny!
wow – you are one hot dudette!
Wax lips don’t make me any different than any other doodle.