There ain't all that much that happens here, weatherwise, that will make go stir crazy like Dawn 'cause it is too hard to get yourself up and out and goin' somewhere. In fact, about the only thing that happens here that will keep ya inside with the doors locked is pitchin' woo. Oh wait, do they pitch woo anymore? Where in the Hell were they pitchin' it? I am suspicious that there is a big pile of woo somewhere in this great state. I may have possibly stepped in some of it in my past adventures.
Posted by notGeorge at January 17, 2004 07:33 PM | TrackBack