Author: Modesty
Named after a fictional British spy from the 1960s, she's a stickler for manners, tradition, and has a love of the finer things in life, mixed with a naughty sense of humor and a vocabulary, once released, could make a stevedore blush. She hates run-on sentences like the one you just read.
We’ve been lazy during the WuHu Flu nonsense…hard to get inspired when you have to wear a mask and listen to Fauci, the Italian Doctor of Death, flip flop more than a beached fish.
But it’s time to get things back to normal, so I am settling down to write. But about what? I need inspiration…I know, booze. And a blunt.
Check back later to see if I was successful!!
In an insane asylum, the sane man is the comedian.
I have NO IDEA what that means.
I’m personally on a tear about “captcha”. Damnit. It specifically says “bicycles” – plural. Yet you’re supposed to click on the pictures with just ONE bicycle! And “traffic lights”. They count the stupid pole as a “traffic light”.
Captcha is lowering our standards, one login at a time….
I didn’t realize you had to use Captcha…it’s the bane of my existence.
But happy you stopped by!!
Did you have to do a captcha to comment? Testing now to see.
Nope.. didn’t have a captcha.
Oh, a blunt is the quicker picker-upper.