Once again, left where you don’t belong Scrunched up into a wrinkly wannabe cloud filled with snot and skin flakes or smears of mayo and spit, glaring forlornly at me glaring pissed offedly at you. When left to marinate in phlegm and fluids on bedside tables and kitchen countertops you start to multiply like earthworms that procreate by having sex with themselves. Hell, you already have the lube so why not use it? Continue reading Mucus Rags