I probably couldn’t figure out something interesting to say to save my life.
It’s actually cold outside, colder than …
~sigh~ penguin balls? A witch’s titty? I’ve got nothin’, weebles, nothing. The voracious brain-sucking angel has been hereabouts, and left only a vacuous glare and some Twix wrappers in his wake. (brain-sucking angels like twix bars. Another reason to boycott that candybar and their horrifically stupid ad campaign which depicts women everywhere as gullible dim-bulbs, easily bagged and manipulated by self-congratulatory meatheads.)
I will share, then. Share something good. Share something that was shared with me by someone who understands the importance of words.