THE DINNER PARTY FROM HELL
I collect lingerie. It's like candy.
I can't breathe though.
When Saturday hits, I get all excited.
You little sex monster, give me a kiss.
Can you hear me? Her reality and my reality
are two very different things.
We're not supposed to be good.
We're supposed to be really, really bad,
in a controlled setting.
Can you hear me now?
It's hard for me to forgive people anyways.
Those kind of people I don't understand.
Roughhousing is just a part of growing up.
The love they have after they die is stronger
than anything we can imagine.
Can you hear me? Is that better?
The Camille cocktail was like a bowl
of soup. Cheers.