Each person who reads this blog should spend the next week wiping with one square of asswipe, then mailing it to
Sheryl Crow
c/o The Sheryl Crow Fanclub
Fanscape
3201 W. Cahuenga Blvd
Los Angeles CA 90068
USA
If anyone has a better address than that, leave it in comments and I’ll replace this one.
Oh, and when you’ve wiped with that one, grab an armload and finish the job. And for god’s sake wash your hands.
Use a ziploc, if you please.
I have five big pieces of tape on my belly, and a wad of crap on my hand where they poked in a tube that must have been as big as a nail. The new orfi seem to be healing nicely, though I’m no judge. And the pain is not sharp or bad just a dull ache like I’ve been Buford Pussered to the gut.
A while ago, contemplating my navel, I discovered it sealed with some substance, which turned out to be a remnant of the adhesive they use to glue that damned sterile visqueen to you. Then it dawns on me: I’m bald from chest to crotch. This is gonna itch like a bitch.
