I’m so excited I could pee my pants. Next week is ~ hold your breath kids ~ season premire week.
Do not call my house and expect me to answer the phone. Do not ask me to go do something one night next week. In fact, don’t expect me to go anywhere that doesn’t have a TV for at least 3 weeks.
Does a television qualify as a false idol? I don’t suppose it matters, at this point I’m going to hell anyway. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars.
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