And I don't mean period sex, because that's just disgusting. I'm talking blood sport. Not drama. Big difference. Drama never ends. Getting your eyes clawed out of their sockets, distinguishes an end. Unless you're Fish Mooney. She just got a new eyeball. A blue one. And I'm not sure it counts if you jab (your own) eyeball out with a fork...
And speaking of eyeballs,
Hey! Have I mentioned being an organ doner, lately? Because let's face it, most of us aren't going to live for very much longer.
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