My highly skewed (don't snicker) exposition on becoming a whole person after the epiphany of a lifetime as well as general observations on the tiny slice of the universe that I deftly inhabit.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Poor Junior - You Must Be Pooped!!
Junior is a god. He well knows what I found out: the chics like smooth-talking slim guys! Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that you're really CIA! Ooops . . .
Courtesy of Birnley and my very own dangerous mind . . .