Moring all you crazy cats back on shore. Its Tuesday morning, I'm wearing nothing but earplugs and a grimace-the devil and his side-kick are directly over my cabin, hammering and grinding as if their lives depended on it.
You've got today to save poor little Lucy Groves. I don't see anyone saving her-what's the deal? I thought maybe, just maybe I was being just a tiny bit mean, but no-you guys really want to see her burn. If this keeps up, she will find herself burnt tomorrow, during her morning coffee.
So, you know the drill, go on over to FTTW and find me. While you're there, go check out Michele's boobs, or Baby Huey's pesto recipie-YUMMY! Um, the pesto, not the boobs, Honey. You might also peek at Cullen's guitars while there-he's talking wood and I loves me some wood. Go ahead, anyone can have that-I put it out there for free, take your best shot (Tilts chin up).