I am one end of the vociferous eel but not sure which. I should create my own screen name so that you can tell one brilliant mind from the other but I am too fucking stupid to figure out the blog settings. So... since I don't know any of you anyway nor do I care very much for that matter, you can all waste your time figuring out who is whom or whom is who.
Update -- For all those concerned, my wife did survive the massive, self-induced annihilation of her gray matter. However, the depth of her humiliation led to the baseless declaration that I tried to assassinate her by way of my potent potables. And to think I lied to the kids and said she had a stomach virus to protect her. Thankless woman.
Funny, if it were the other way around and I was the one drooling on the bedroom floor and speaking in tongues through breath laced with the fragrance of olives I would have been deemed an immature asshole. For this to happen to her though - foul play SURELY must have been involved. Unbelievable, you say? You'd think.
I must go now and get some relief from this double hernia.
TIP: Please remember this... the next time you try to help someone close to you... "passed-out-weight" is just as heavy as "dead-weight"!
The Other End should be gracing you all shortly.
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ackatty, ackatty..what's the posting faerie say? what's
http://loveitallabove.blogspot.com/2007/09/networkz-is-hard-to-keep-up.html
The Faerie Qveene. Edmund Spenser.
Thanks for the maiden comment. Don't know what it means but I am glad you made the effort.
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