What's that the kids say when the ball rolls into another team's field? "Lil' help?"
yeah - I need you help.
No, not like that. (though most days you'd be right)
I mean, writer-blocked.
So, where you come in...questions for me? Ideas? Something you want to hear?
Am totally whoring myself out for you. My public. My friends. My.....soulmates. (you're my density, ...I mean - destiny!)
Just be breezey. This site doesn't cure cancer or anything.
Winner of best of ideas, wins A Major Award.
And by major award, I just recently rediscovered the worst picture of myself and maybe I'll allow you to caption it.
Listen- I'd help you out. Or maybe I have already. Be mah friend.
Jesus. H, people.
In the spirit of things that ARE a good read as of late (unlike these digs), might I walk you over to this gem about butter. And kitchen drawers. Burberry cars. oh yah, and arson.