Wash Away

After food poisoning it was all very tempting.

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 never 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. Upgrade your gray matter.

This is where I do it. Oh, waves of Time!

Wash away . . .