Tuesday, May 30, 2006

If Irony could fly she would be Flyrony. But she can't

If I were a rabbit or some kind of vole or skunk or oppossum I would wish to be invulnerable to all forms of attack by tooth and claw and rake and all forms of garden implements and also traps what those hillbillies use in Kentucky.

Then I'd pretty much be king of the voles.