: eskimo

AMEN! Tho crost this white sexpanse I am not here, let still the combs of light from thine own bosom shine unto thee, and thine soul be cleansed by the Shine of Frozen Snow upon the mountaintop. Its frost cannot scorch thee, for thine are the three blankets: Thy foots, thy soft tears, and thy GRINZ! Ain't nothin' wrong with a little auto-brain surjery with a rusty scalpel when you're in the meeds of the weeds with nothin' but a teevee and a blow-up doll, I daresay, and the heavy half of the x-kimo is just the pills anna damn Church of the Subgenius talkin'! Look, a rainbow! It was under your eyelid where you warn't lookin', where all them blow-up dolls was pointin' away from, lined up in the exact opposite direction from the rainbows, and you knew you was too good for blow-up dolls, so what you damn WORRIED ABOUT? Go scream insanely and jump in a freezing lake, for "Bob"'s sake, you can't take a blow-up doll with you and there ain't no other! There AIN'T, and that's OK! ESKIMO HOO-AH! -DD QPM --