silly. i thought that opening a can of anythings was pretty literal. but when you do it while falling it makes the difficulty open its wiiiiiide mouth(ass?). but back to it, i found that thing i told (screw tape) about. turns out to just be another(classic) case of eye rubies. now the remedie eee i found out is for mere mortals. growing up. slightly adjusted. can give you great big sass. such big sass. o ooooooo. uhhhhhhhh. ugh. the color of my porche.

- signed(sigh),

(siiiiiggghhhhhhhh) .....susie maypuqe maigutzowt.

Caravans of polo players.

"Did Mortimer ever get back to you?"  I can't believe it's been three weeks since Larry fiddlesticked the captain of the blue team.  Pennies and nickels fly by in the wisp of a rat lash, and I'm still here figuring out what to do with all this brown gravy.  Throw it in the river?  Can't.  Won't.  Mortimer doesn't even own a river, let alone comprehend throwing.  It's not a science, people.  It's a math.

Cry about it all you want, this gravy is here to stay.

Write this down.

So the other day I was galloping into the arms of my health visions, and some dandy little pastry told me to write this down.  Nowadays, I think I most people use the inter web for a tablecloth.  Let's discuss.  Actually, I feel a burger storm approaching, so I gotta get into my fry vest and let the guppies out of their burgundy tassels.  Talk to you later, blog.

If you're here in the morning, sprinkle my pillow with cinnamon.