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.