Does taking blames
on my horrible party
make me (any) dumber?
Does taking blames
on my horrible party
make me (any)
dumber? Or partly?
Doing absolutely no-
thing useful would
make my weekend soar
into this sentence.
Hardly useless, the
impossible. Get a
grip! What can be
done? I would like
to knit you a little
something. Like
perhaps a jar full
of aging grapes,
a tugboat filled
with griping
apes, or an
angry gravy
with griping
apes, or an
angry gravy
boat stuck in
the middle of a
the middle of a
very bloated
moat.
