Condiments!
Flapjacks, baseballs, and elbows!
Pigs and dolphins, living together in the snow, while a mayonnaise-obsessed Spainiard circles, looking for the opportunity to strike.
I'm telling you, Rove is behind this. But I'm onto him.
And what am I on about?
Wouldn't you like to know.
So would I, actually.
Anyway, I'm at a bit of a gig in Jersey City today, so there will be a decided lack of even remotely rational content until the trainride home.
And probably not even then.
'Cause I'm full of coffee and absinthe today, boy-howdy! And we all know how that usually turns out, don't we?
