Verbal Diarrhea Diaries (a.k.a. the shit that comes out of my mouth):
Lyn: Well, I already knew you’re beautiful inside and out, but this makes you positively angelic. Now stop sticking out your tongue and continue to straighten out your halo.
Me: Straighten out my halo? Are you kidding? That thing needs a forge, an anvil and one hell of a beat down to get in any kind of usable shape.
That’s not a halo. That’s one half of a pair of handcuffs that managed to escape….