Dios mio! My ticker!

That's disgusting...

You know, I heard that the staples that've been holding [insert plastic-lovin' celeb here]'s facelift in place for years finally snapped, but I didn't know somebody actually got a picture of it.

That is extremely creepy. I'm not going to be able to sleep now until Dan gets home and there's another 4 hours for that!

So, finally took the mask off, did you?

So I guess this means you finally destroyed the portrait hidden in your attic.

Crash: damn, I wanted to make that one...

Eek?

Jwer: Too slow, little man. Too slow.

Eh... I been sick...

Signalite: Your ticker? Is that what the blood is?

Charissa: There are things in the world that aren't pretty, like Dick Cheney (pictured above).

Logan: Oh, who? Who? You are so lazy as to not to insert the name yourself!

Scheherazade: The only time you and I were in the same building, some ghosts talked to me. Maybe you know more about creepy than you are letting on.

Jwer: I hate you.

Crash: I hate you.

Jwer: I hate you.

David: ???

Crash: I hate you.

Jwer: I hate you.

Guess I'm the loner on this one ... I immediately diagnosed your neighbor's PTSD (post tree slashing disorder).

No need to be nasty, but you did have an awfully high fever and you were hallucinating.

So maybe I wasn't there and you dreamt that bit up!!

:)

(Your "Remember personal info" widget isn't working on my 'puter.)

Barb: So that's the blood of the TREE? Everything is clicking into place.

Sherry: Nasty? Moi? I merely stated a fact, conveniently leaving out other facts (i.e. a high fever). The personal info widget works on no one's computer. It is democratic that way.