But I think that "Wuss" and "Wussy" are ok.
"Your an octowussy! My name's Bart Simpson! I'm afraid to shoot a gun! I want to marry Millhouse! I walk around like this all day, La-la-la-la-la!"
so I could wear a respirator. Now, every time I look in the mirror, I see my sister.
You don't have to shave your mustache, so now I look like a porn star.
I'm not sure that "blog" is even a real word.
I'll take a new approach, and post my drunken ramblings here. No one may ever see them, but I guess that's ok. Right now, I don't have much to say, but I'll think of something.
My ear hurts. Part of it might come off.
