Deadwhore is probably the strangest character in our little menagerie. I met Deadwhore in downtown Toronto one night. As many of you know, I have a soft spot for gutter trash. I asked if she would like to come home with me, maybe get a bite to eat, sleep in a comfortable bed. Deadwhore didn't say anything. Her eyes said it all.
I carried Deadwhore to my trunk where she would be able to sleep comfortably on the ride home. I have since settled Deadwhore into my basement, and sometimes I bring her up to conduct celebrity interviews, or to help me make Mississippi Mud Pie.
Big Zeke does not appreciate Deadwhore because quote "remindes me of my Mama, when Daddy would have a 'shovel talk' wit her"
I'm not exactly sure what "shovel talk" is, but I assume it has to do with gardening. |
