The litter boxes are clean, I've showered, and the wine helped. There are photos to collate, The Gary's glower chief among them. But I'm beat -- and a rotten poet to boot.
Shadow offers marvelous commentary on last evening's marathon inanity:
Looking Backward
Finally, Legislation of Substance!
I Dream of Effluent With the Light Brown...
Shall We Dance?
Welcome to the 2008 Dummy Awards
What is the Plural of Doofus?
Sticking It Out
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment