During the play I also mumble incomprehensibly and cut myself with scissors in a desperate bid for attention.
Then I go onstage.
During the play I also mumble incomprehensibly and cut myself with scissors in a desperate bid for attention.
Then I go onstage.
But still bare chested, right?
I mumble incomprehensibly at my temp job, but only so they don’t hear me saying, “Fuck you, you fucking fascist fucks.” I don’t cut myself, though, I’m way too big a pussy.
Don’t they say art imitates life?
You stole the show. Hands down. But, I have to say, you look really freaky dressed as a girl.