Then they overbooked my flight and thanks to my son I fell down a flight of stairs . . .
Then I heard from the people who adopted our little darling.
He's still moist.
Everything I wanted is unfolding, even the things I hadn't ever imagined..
So buckle up. This is happening. Awards don't mean anything. SOPA's dead. PIPA's dead. You don't have to like it . . or me even . . .
Cause is not a fact. It will never be. I'm glad to know there are sensible people out there. No regrets, they only hurt . . . sing me a love song instead. So upgrade your gray matter.
This is where I do it. Oh, waves of Time!
Wash away . . .