Things seem to be slowing down on the blog these days—sure, you could say it’s because I’m lazy, but I prefer to avoid blame and say there’s a third party responsible. Like it’s the butterfly effect and some 13-year-old kid in Zimbabwe has a nasty case of uncontrolled flatulence. Every time he farts, another moment of inspiration escapes me. And if you think he’s an innocent party, maybe you should blame Sally Struthers for begging for the food that caused said uncontrolled flatulence. Continue reading “Head Case”
You are. And that is enough.
