For the 77 Zealous Inches

the light, it emanates..


Blogger's subliminal messaging

I'm not really one to share my juicies with the world so I'm waiting till my thought processes fluff themselves up a bit. I know this is unfair to you, dear public, but isn't THIS funny?
I was making a wee comment one day and this is what they ask me to type:

Of course, my juvenile mind was tickled pink.
Such Dirty Birdies, those bloggenmeisters! Men after my own heart.