...that I not have to hear a greeting voiced to me today which has anything to do with A) Hallmark (tm), B) a decanonized Byzantine-era saint (with thanks to welcomerain), C) the son of Venus, or D) Joan Baez's favorite four-letter word.
Current Mood: calm
Current Music: That REALLY Loud Guy on the Other Side of my Office Wall.
I don't get it. What was Joan Baez's favorite four-letter word?
Soap? Rope? Pope? Mope? Dope!
May your day be filled with bitterness and sardonic humor, and may itching powder make its way into the world's supply of lube, so you'll have something to be sardonically humorous about. May a hot set of triplets arrive at your door and explain they need to rehearse Little Boys Blew with a John Malkovich lookalike. May this not coincide with the world's lube supply getting laced with itching powder.