Bah.
Family drama. Long, ranterific post ensuing, once I get some of the bile out of my system, and figure out exactly what species of varmint is up my butt. Send calming thoughts my way.
Family drama. Long, ranterific post ensuing, once I get some of the bile out of my system, and figure out exactly what species of varmint is up my butt. Send calming thoughts my way.
Is it Richard Gere?
'...................'
I thought it was Rod Stewart who was known for the nefarious harboring of small wildlife in his colon. Or was he the guy that had to have his stomach pumped due to an overdose of male seminal fluid? Goodness me, I can't keep it (wait for it) straight.
Seeing as how the thought of varmints up one's butt has to be the complete antithesis of "calming," I choose to send thoughts of anything else. However, you were probably thinking of something more specific. How about thinking of warm, fresh dim sum (without the chicken feet)?
Seriously, best wishes to you with whatever your struggle is.
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Mark the Bowler, at
9/01/2005 3:25 PM