Tuesday, September 05, 2006


It’s no fun when you don’t have anything to write about.

Some people can squeeze, turnip-bloodlike, a post out of virtual thin air, but not me. And this is a time when I think back to an autograph from my mother’s sixth-grade graduation:
Can’t think
Born dumb
Inspiration won’t come
Bad ink
Worse pen
But just when I thought there was no Post-Worthy Material this evening, here comes Richard, Mr. Shadowscope his ownself, with a link to a post that practically had me pissing myself with the Convulsive Chuckles.

Come, read what Erin O’Brien has to say about Puffies, Chubbies, and Fluffy Little Kitties. And then take a handkercief and clean the spittle off your monitor.

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