Never ask a crazy person (me) recovering from severe stomach pain (from drinking half a can of diet Coke, WTF?) for a pity party. You'll get one, just because it distracts me from my own self misery. For YOU, Jim2B!
|You asked for it, Mr. Jim2B. Careful what you wish for.|
|Hush now. Your guests have arrived!|
|What? I thought guys liked naked women.|
|Inner Little B*&%ch! Sorry, she was here in my head when the request arrived. |
You have to be careful when you ask for things!
|Inner Little B*&%ch is a little b*&%ch.|
|Consult your physician!|
|There will be.|
I don't know what Mystique was doing in the Google Images for pity party.