#37: Fornication Under Consent of The King
As much as I do NOT enjoy writing out the sort of things I am about to write today, I will.
I am truly cursed.
Every year, July marks the beginning of my torturous half of the year, all the way to October. Every fucking year. Without missing a beat.
What I really need right now is a miracle to make things look at least a bit better.
Miracles are as blue as pigs flying in the sky.
Posted at 12:50 am by Groucho Mucho
