“For me to poop on”

I think that if I felt like I could talk about my bowels I would blog a lot more.

I think...

And yes, I do on occasion do so, and right now I’m thinking that Craigslist is eating my soul, warping my mind and skewing my perceptions of my fellow humans.

It is the dreck of the dregs and I think I need a break from the stupidity and foulness as well as television news, again. (Probably for the next ,oh maybe, a little more than sixty days?)

Guns don’t kill people, the inanity of the masses makes people want to kill themselves.

Honey, hide the forks, my foreheads a-itchin.

Awesome earworm

All bright and cheery, Mucus - Borax. That, coupled with a deeply satisfying poop, seems like a great start to the morning.