✘✘ Sarah ✘✘ (former Nefarious Breeder of Murderous Crustaceans)’s Reviews > The Morning After > Status Update

OK I won't panic but if snarky comments and gruesome gifs do not follow I'm calling the Men in Black

If I read this you'd send shrimp armies after me, might be time for an intervention.

Nancy D Miz-Firefly aka Sparky wrote: "OK I won't panic but if snarky comments and gruesome gifs do not follow I'm calling the Men in Black"

Not sure I'll survive this book long enough to post comments and gifs. I made it up to the 10% mark and nearly had a stroke. Please pray for my nefarious soul.

hIpnoticraQs wrote: "If I read this you'd send shrimp armies after me, might be time for an intervention."

I think it is. Please send help post haste. Before it's too late.

✘✘ Sarah ✘✘ (former Nefarious Breeder of Murderous Crustaceans) wrote: "Nancy D Miz-Firefly aka Sparky wrote: "OK I won't panic but if snarky comments and gruesome gifs do not follow I'm calling the Men in Black"

Not sure I'll survive this book long enough to post comments and gifs. I made it up to the 10% mark and nearly had a stroke. Please pray for my nefarious soul.."

Prayers may not be enough. You might have to break out the whiskey and the ice cream. But as much as I love a good float probably not both in the same glass. .........On second thought, maybe an altered state of consciousness is just what the Dr. ordered. 😁

Nancy D Miz-Firefly aka Sparky wrote: "✘✘ Sarah ✘✘ (former Nefarious Breeder of Murderous Crustaceans) wrote: "Nancy D Miz-Firefly aka Sparky wrote: "OK I won't panic but if snarky comments and gruesome gifs do not follow I'm calling th..."

I'm not sure the whisky would be enough at this point, haha. A VERY VERY altered state of consciousness, however, might do the trick. Maybe. I'll let you know once I find the courage to pick the book up again. Because I haven't yet. I'm such a wimp. Then again who wouldn't be, when confronted with that kind of stuff:

"She watched what looked like the full contents of a tall, fluted glass of champagne drip down the honeyed slopes of her breasts. Ice-cold bubbles were fizzing against her heated skin, the chilled liquid soaking into the thin white silk of her bodice.

The fabric darkened, then turned transparent before her very eyes, plastering itself so tightly to her breasts that anyone within a vicinity of ten feet would now know that she was definitely not wearing a bra! And to top that humiliating exposure her nipples, always so annoyingly sensitive to quick changes in temperature, burst into tight, prominent buds, pushing against the wet fabric in sheer, affronted surprise!"