Sure, I know that it’s Wednesday, and folks love going wordless. I’ve always had trouble keeping up with the status quo…not that I like smelling my own farts or talk with my eyes closed. No…nothing like that. Let’s just say that best laid plans rarely ripen into edible fruitness…if you know what I mean.
Now this, however, gets my blood pumping in all sorts of manners…all sorts. Good…real good.
You’d have to ask E, but I’m fairly certain it was killer.