A Medic-alert bracelet with the letters H-I-V on it.
Surgical tools and an empty syringe.
Your ex-wife.
Her Rottweiler
An incredulous toddler peering at you from the doorway while his little mind is shredded into what I’d imagine would be the kind of schism a violent psychopath might develop from.
A blu-ray of the movie Audition.
A member of the vice squad.
Her glass eye skittering across the bedroom floor.
Fangs.
A package of Imodium.
Anything preserved in formaldehyde.
Potatoes and the Promise of More Potatoes 
Not related but I once saw a friends eye jump out its socket when she had an asthma attack
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You’ve had a rich and full life, Deb.
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I have indeed š
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You made me laugh.
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Thank God, because that’s why I do this stuff…
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Very funny. I feel compelled to add my .02 . When I think of something, I’ll be back.
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I love it when others riff along…
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Yep, I think you nailed it.
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Fingernails morph into razor edged talons.
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You went all Wes Craven on me!
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LOL! My character’s fingers just morphed in my recent blog post…but I thought it was appropriate and funny for you! I certainly do not want to see that during sex!
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Please put $100 more into the hologram machine.
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“WE WERE SO CLOSE!!!”
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