|Originally posted by Miss Pie |
YOU WON'T FLUSH ME AWAY, MAAHHHHHH!
Ugh, yeah, I hate desperation. Those are the ones that grasp for the surface as they're swirling down, leaving messy streaks across the bowl as they meet their inevitable fate.
I try to console them, telling them they're merely going to meet with others of their kind, but they act like they're on a Polish train circa 1944.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.