“I am the king of all I see and my loyal subjects love me,” thought the circling vulture as a two-ton SUV made pate out of a family of racoons.
I read this and pine for the days when I used to write fun sentences. If you see my muse, small and tattered tho she was, tell her I miss her terribly.
Tell you what, why don’t I just give her a kick up the arse instead?
Here musey, musey, muse…