And that also means that really, YOU are the one who has to do things with my butt.

Not necessarily. Remember, I rent it out. Consider, for instance, what Mick Jagger might have been doing with your butt recently.

That's not something I want to contemplate, thanks.

I know, that's why I brought it up.

*thinks about leotards and ballerinas instead*

*thinks about feeling them up*

*thinks about just giving up on everything*

 

I think I have SAD.

SAD or sad?

Suds are more fun.. you should have bubbles. While you're at it, you should have candy too..

 

*calls Bubbles and Candy over*

Ah, Reo, welcome inside meesh's nose.

I thought it was a bit cramped in here...  it could do with some more throw pillows as well

You could string up a hammock or something in her nose hairs.

I've got one in the Red Ajah, I think I'll just stick with that..

 

 

Oh, you should invite them in, too. We can just pop her eyes out from behind and move the party in there if we have to.

Hmm.. would we put in balconies?

the sinuses connect to the aural tracts, don't they?

I believe so..  *pulls out some shovels and spelunking gear*  We can find out one way or the other..

Shovels are the devil's implement, use dynamite.

S. A. D.

Soviet Armament Digestives?

Slightly Annoyed Donuts?

 

Sausage Amoeba Diglyceride?

no thanks, that gives me gas

 

Succinctly arranged Daisies?

Sorry, I'm anti-osteospermum.

Drink your milk and you won't have to worry about that as you age

(it's a kind of daisy)