Thirty-First-and-a-Half Post
I dreamt last night that my tattoo artist, Trevor Marshall, came into my bedroom and started making my bed. He noticed that I have a puke-green fitted bed sheet, which completely goes against the color scheme of the rest of my sheets — and the rest of my room, really — and made a snarky comment about it. He’s totally a crotchety old New Zealander…he kicks ass.
i know where those so-called “puke-green” sheets came from! and wouldn’t it be more accurate to say army green, really? i mean, seriously, have you ever seen puke that color?
Baby! No offense!! :)