What a sack of nuts. I've finished writing 2/3 of a book. It's gonna be a runaway bestseller for sure. It is, however, filled with so many graphic and detailed accounts of shenanigans and antics that I'll have to come up with a creative pen name, to protect the guilty. Lat Toll? Rat Loll? Spat Troll? I'll come up with one. I'm bloated. Too much cheese, crackers, pickles, and whatnottery. Nuts.
My terrible sense of humor has offended many more than one person in the past, especially in conversational situations. That kinda makes me laugh, because I know that my humor is 30 years ahead of its time. At least that's what I tell folks when they look like they would love to smack the face off my head. Zing.
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