Neanderpundit

and this morning, and probably again tonight. SuWheet.

Gonna need new seat covers before this is over.

WHERE’S MY GLOBAL WARMING, YOU FAT BITCH ALGORE?

Fiona claims she does, but that’s just because she doesn’t know me.

A long, long time ago, after my voice changed the SECOND time, I was told I might- if i worked very hard- be a tolerable tenor.

That wasin the neighborhood of 280,000 Pall Malls ago. My voice is bad, and nothing is going to make it good again. And it’s not like I was going to be Mario Lanza, or even, for that matter, Pavarotti.

So I never paid much attention. And I still sing- though it actually causes me pain, if i do long and loud enough. But in my car, while driving, it’s not a big deal.

Apparently I sing in my sleep, sometimes, just under my breath. According to the Ogwife. Only at… erm, certain times.

55 miles of black ice. I don’t think I was in control fothe car for 10 percent of the trip home. My buttcheeks are so clenched you couldn’t drive a pin up my ass wiht a jackhammer.