[click image]On my way to the beach for my walk yesterday, I saw that the spa I'd heard was coming was finally open. Infinity. They call it Infinity. Suddenly, in the middle of depressing myself utterly with the videos of the history of Zionist activities, and stark naked, ready to get in that part of a tub we call my bathtub, to soak parts of me at a time, I found myself blathering to a Verizon recording asking what city and state, and then what name, and I'm sorry what name was that again? And Laurie was there on the other end of the phone. She said, getcher ass down here and we'll fix you right up. My haircut is now ten times more chic than it was just a couple hours ago.
I'm svelt, and virtuous, and chic, I tell you.
Hurry up and save me from my country!
The witless and docile hordes....
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