Honestly, I am beginning to think that my moods are solely dependant on the state of my bowels and the fit of my pants.
I no longer need an astrologer or a psychic, I just need only look to my toilet and closet for the answers.
Had I only known sooner.
I no longer need an astrologer or a psychic, I just need only look to my toilet and closet for the answers.
Had I only known sooner.
posted by twicksie at
5:14 PM
3 Comments:
Should I make an off-color joke about chicken entrails here? No, no I shouldn't...
By
Anonymous, at 9:06 AM
Oh, yes.. yes you should.
:)
By
twicksie, at 9:49 AM
In the movie The Last Emperor the little last emperor guy had an official court feces examiner. They checked it out every time to see what was up with his royal highness. So there is precedent...
By
susan, at 8:10 PM
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