Death left his skull on my coffee table and it stares at me far too often and every now and then death turns himself into a herself and blows me a kiss and its a subtle difference but it's just enough to give me half a chubby but I'm reluctant to flirt back knowing herself might become himself at any minute and wouldn't that be an embarrassing way to die with your **** in a skull and half an ******* and trying to explain to the "moral" police but he was a her a minute before I died I swear...