Moving house. Nod to the skeletons in the shrubbery (only buried guinea pigs holding long gone paws). This relocation coincides, more or less, with a...
Did you know those skins you beat so madly was your own? Throw out that metronome - dear boy - don’t need that tick-tock here. Timing's celestial, if...
Judee, stick thin, but something there in her eyes. (Olive Oyl with a halo, but better.) Who would have guessed she was such a stick up gal, robbing...
