I'm not a nymphomaniac. I'm a compulsive liar. Now this is the thought that wakes me up in the middle of the night. That when I get older, these kids are going to take care of me. I wouldn't count on it.
Screws just fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect place.
Bored Bored Bored Bored blah. I Miss My Family. We can see you dancing down the vegetable isle with your grocery cart, smiling at all the checkout clerks. We sure hope you've had your Wheaties to keep up with your perky pace all day long. This happy, horn-driven tune carries you to work every day.