OH SHIT, OH SHIT
THIS IS FOR CLAIRE. The rest of you can look, but you may be dreadfully scarred. Physically.



blatant, terrifying ass-shot. But that's what you came here for, ISN'T IT. :C


RAVE RAVE. Claire larges it up with the south park gang elivating her head.


High on hoolahoops, there is truly no hope for her now.


see?


Well, shit. GET YA MYSPACE ORN, GIRLS


Fork handy wandy :c


Here's a CLOSE-UP of those fork digits. I don't think the nostrils were really needed, though.
Then again, what is really needed in this shit-heap of loondom. Eyy? Answer me that.


Fucking rudey-dudey. Note the scandal on my normally serene face.
e__e


Claire doesn't think her nostrils are needed either. We are clearly the beginning of an oral-respiration-only cult. Called the Oral Only Allience. Or the Nasal Pow-ers.


We begin by desisting in the use of our noses to breathe by covering them with various local objects. Like a witch.


Or a slow-moving animal.


You're not ment to eat the local object, Claire. The scandal continues.


"She's steeeaaaling my objeeeect :C :C :C"


Of course, we have to learn to breathe souly through our mouths at some point. Away with all objects!!


And now we relaaaaaax into the motion of breathing with our mouths. Doesn't that make your breath feel so much less snotty? Orrgh. :>

"Did you do this?"

*grave drama nod*


*fist gnaw*


Enough with this cherade. I'm off!!
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