Lisa has a cold and it has affected her tastebuds. Poor dear. She wishes it were otherwise. I have a few wishes for Lisa as well.
— That her sense of feel, sight and touch will also evaporate so that I can jizz in her mouth while she sleeps!
— That her Andy Warhol haircut will turn into a grease patch that will drip into her eyeballs and make those big buggers blink!
— That the cat she slayed while on cam will come back and get her like the little boy came back in Pet Semetary.
— That she will swap personalities with Laggie so that the rotund one’s eyes will match the size of her stomach.