Man ... I am late to the party today.
Okay ... this month? It's been a while.
I have been in a dark and scary place ... and my funny was AWOL.
Nuf sed about that.
So ... I do like this theme and even though I'm scrapin' in under the wire ... I'm still here... we'll call it fashionably late - K?
My confessions this week are shocking. I want any of you that suffer from over active bladder, heart conditions or excessive flatulence to think seriously about reading what follows.
I shot JR... and Mr Burns.
I also stole "The Beef"
I let the dawgs out.
I pushed the old lady down that "couldn't get up" ... she didn't fall.
Oh ... and that smell? It was me ... hee hee hee ... oops!
I ate the last piece of pie/cake/pizza/candy/gum - it was all me.
I took the last Tylenol... and the last ice cube ... and I didn't fill it back up.
I put the milk back in the fridge - empty... I'm a rebel that way.
Hope ya'll have a great weekend!
Cheerio! Or Fruitloop! (if yer as kewl as Spot)