So we're not kidding around here.



I am very much into the paradigm that life
is, indeed, a bowl of cherries, and yes, (hell yes! oh yes yes yes yes yes! uh uh uh, oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah ok we'll stop now all sweaty and the like) I do like to clap at important (impotent) announcements, when I'm all excited and fluffy like, ok, so maybe not fluffy like, but just moldly-like from lack of showering, but it still FEELS good, you know?


Like a clean wet whistle while you work on the chitters and grits.


OK, so what the hell are chitters, I don't know, that's for sure.