Hi Mandee. Say Hello to the Angels for me. You didn't wave back, did you? That's okay. I am making an effort to use the 'Shift' key just for you. Do you feel special, or speckled, or like a toadstool that rolls under the wheel of a truck and screams at that precise moment you realise that you've left the taps on, and that taps are quite possibly called 'faucets', and that Bruce Forsyth finished his game of generations long, long ago? Your hair is so pretty and your drunkeness makes the masses laugh ahahahahahaha! Frolic and rejoice, ye of little pancakes. Please, somebody. All you need is blood.
