You all are so wise in the previous comments. I am astonished with your wisdom, Internets: If it makes you crazy to keep the Tiny Wooden Lord of the Manger in a dusty drawer? Well then, don’t. Fo’ Shizzle, my Annizle. Make Crazy your monkey instead of you being its.
Mimi Smartypants! Please dismantle your new email fortress and call off your salivating anti-SPAM dogs that keep chasing my poor emails across Smartypants Grounds and ultimately back to imprisonment in the mail delivery subsystem system. Or at least stop writing funny things so I don’t have to try and email
(Part One of Spa Day here) At around 4:00, Middle sister and I got out of Satan’s Butthole and parted ways for 90 minutes. Middle went to get a full body massage, and I went stumbling out to the meditation gardens, having not eaten since nine that morning and pretty