Earlier today went tooling around the town with my dolly buddy Anne and her hubby. We went to a "doll hospital," the only one in town I think. I was insulted by some old queen fart telling me to give "the doctor" some breathing space while she worked on an antique German composite doll. Shit, I was just watching the venerated artiste. My immediate response was to think, "fine, they just won't get any of my green," and they didn't.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 6:38 PM
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