Sunday, March 13, 2011

Dear Charlie Sheen...

I feel like... if someone were to upen up your brain, they would find very few braincells riding around on a dragon carousel drinking tigers blood while screaming jibberish nonsense to their fellow neighbor braincells. Maybe they are shaking a tambourine or two in your head. Maybe there is a marching band cooking pot filled brownies on your deteriorating brain and the stove is burning their faces off while at it. faceless, high braincells.



1 comment:

ShaylaRae said...

hahahahahaha. "I'm not bipolar. I'm bi-winning."