CONFESSION

I just had a brunch of oatmeal, with vanilla flavor, sugar, and some nutmeg.

And a side of frankfurter.

"you can lead the wa-ay"

I've been looking over my Inbox in preparation for adding someone to my Spam filter, and I've noticed a distinct upward trend of...not-niceness her responses to me. She seems to increasingly misunderstand me entirely, jumping to conclusions like Superman jumps over tall buildings. In fact, she seems to be more willing to twist the facts to support her Flanderized image of who I am than to actually take the time to read and understand my comments. And people actually like her for it.

I wonder if she's in politics?

PROTIP

Under the right conditions, irrational fear can be just as effective as a brand name laxative.

( let's segue into a story involving my poop! )