I Don’t Know About You, But…

…it seems to me that being pricked with a pin would be better than being pinned with a prick.

Just a thought from somewhere off the wall.


Yeh, yeh: I post these things so you won’t have to. Either that or it’s the voices in my head making me do it.

6 Replies to “I Don’t Know About You, But…”

    1. “Blame”? The voices in my head tell me I’m crazy. What?!? ME crazy?!? THEY’RE the ones who are IN. MY. HEAD!!! Talk about crazy. . .

      *sheesh*

  1. Yes. I thank you for posting this one so I don’t have to. It’s the voices in my head I worry about though. lately they won’t stop singing. … and they really should try to keep their day job… if you know what I mean.

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