Everybody, meet my skeleton! My skeleton is always there to support me, except when its not. Sometimes (often) it likes to be rude, and fall over. My skeleton particularly hates when my flesh does a thing called "sneezing", in retaliation my skeleton will sometimes dislocate a rib. Often my skeleton, in anger (or jealousy of the crazy good looks of my flesh) decides to fall apart and not support me. Its favorite spot to do this is on the stairs, where gravity helps it exact its revenge upon me.
However, despite the frustration my skeleton causes my flesh, when my fingers dislocate and cause my veins to burst, i am very grateful for it.
Doesnt my lovely skeleton look great with those fabulous earrings? That photo was taken during a particularly bad dispute between my skeleton and my flesh, where my flesh decided to remove my ability to swallow.
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