Today’s my tenth FR birthday, gator broha, and I’m happy to be here and above ground.
I suppose it would be awkward otherwise, ya know, like that Twilight Zone episode where they were getting phone calls from someone who .. died, then they found a downed telephone line ..... in the cemetery!
Oh yeah, enemies. My experience is my own worst enemy is on the wall in the bathroom. His name is George and he’s a Pookie—a six foot + rabbit.
Yeah, let’s hope Libby rejoins us soon, assuming she survives the reunion ceremony, that is, the beating ordeal.
I wish I had a list. Or authority for a list. Nah, I wouldn’t know what to do with a “list.”
But if I had a list and authority, I sure as hell would slam my enemies ;)