psychoanalyze my lizzard

he can sit on anybody and never do a thing. as soon as he gets on me he gets in his comfort, high up on the shoulder, and then just lets it all out. the smell is so incredibly foul, talk about WMDs. the following ceremony of me trying to wipe it off and puke at the same time is a favorite with the kids. all in our house has a different theory why this happens. it’s a sign of love of course, that at least will make it easier for me to endure the next one. 5 years ago