
So what can I say?
I was bored.
No no, that's not it.
Because I can.
Yes, that's better. Still, that's not it.
Cuz why not?
Yep, that's it.
Inside: Photos of eyeballs, bees, eyeballs, blue hands, and eyeballs. Also inside: Thoughts I want you to read and to live by and, when especially inspired, to set to opera. Also inside: my fight against vegetable tyranny. Just a little something I do so you don’t have to. You're welcome. Come on in and get your jibber jabber on!
3 comments:
Why not, indeed.
For the benefit of society, I must report that in the hecticness of trying to cook in a partially packed kitchen while in a state of excitement about a farewell party which was coincidentally also a state of really bad stolen whiskey, I broke a microwave turntable.
Good job, S-S, covering that previously undiscussed category! Surely the category of "breaking a microwave turntable while imbibing stolen whiskey in a crowded kitchen" should get an additional "break" for the high-counting poll people once every, what -- decade? No I'm going for lifetime.
A.
Word -- "ionicat" -- meaning waht remaines of a cat after licking the electrical outlet.
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