Neanderpundit

Mostly the ivy stuff is on my wrists and neck.

I’m thinking of getting a T shirt that reads

It’s poison ivy.
Don’t hit me
with a banjo!

after a day of eating coarse, tasty bread and muenster cheese and cotto salami, brought forth a musical fart of clear tone and long duration.

“Can you” I asked “Play Garryowen?”
“If I wear a dress, maybe”

By the notion that is thrust at me by several Anarchist friends- the fact that they often and repeatedly tell me to “Mind my own business”.

The irony of them minding MY business seems to be lost on them.