As I sit lounging on my chinchilla recliner, reading this on my lap top which is being supported by an elephant foot table as light gleams down from my antler chandelier, I have to take a quick nibble from my tray of assorted meats and think to myself, “What should I do about this? Should I take the chicken that I have marinating for this evening’s bar-b-que, and just bury it in the back yard so that it will make for good compost? Or, maybe I should blame my mother for feeding me Hamburger Helper when I was a child.
How is any of this related to 9/11?
"TheatreDiva90016 - another good reason to frequent these boards less."<<>>
“I hesitate to give this line of discussion the validation it so desperately craves by perpetuating it, but the light from logic is getting further and further away with your every successive post.” <<>>
-whatever2