Snarktastically, speaking

Tomorrow is cutting day. Yup! I'm going under the knife! ... Admittedly, I'm a dight nervous about some legalised lunatic armed with nasty ass tools and enough meds to knock Godzilla into the next dimension being anywhere near my nearly perfect physique.  That was snarkasm, by  the way,   There's nothing perfect about this physique and … Continue reading Snarktastically, speaking

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