In my endeavor to always shine a ray of sunshine into the darkplace, I can tell you with assurance that in spite of the misery you feel due to the weather, the dander-allergen falling from Horribleharry, and the mullpollen from sterile mullbushes, it nowhere compares to the misery you would suffer should you request Darksheare sing you a song...
A close second would be a Vogon poetry recitation with or without a babelfish..
(Just trying to keep things in perspective.. ;-)
Sorry, NoC...Darks and I go back a LONG time! He rescued me from some poster who was intent on having me banned and/or suspended. Or was intent on dissing me to the masses. I love that kid!
He is my heart!
GAH! I feel like so much doo-doos stuff..
I’m going to bed, now...
Ogre the Oscar liked my singing!