If it’s Friday, it must mean leftovers . . .

“Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.” ~ Matt Groening

forgot to schedule once again . . .


If only this were real:

Preach, Lisa!

Wish I’d written this line (you’d understand if you were a Whovian):

Love this:

So that’s how they do it . . .

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