There's a Hurricane...IN MY PANTS Hey, I suppose if I were stuck in a hurricane shelter instead of being on vacation in Cancun with my blonde girlfriend, I'd do the same...
(who's your favorite Little Rascal? Is it Alfalfa... or SPANKY... sinner...)
¶ 2:13 PM
A daily - or every-other-day - account of all there is in my head that's dying to get out, via my fingers.
(I vow to attack this endeavor with an enthusiasm unknown to mankind.)