I hate NYC Midnight!

Don’t panic, but I’m angry. Large Flatulent Marge, my irate alter ego, has taken temporary (I hope) possession of me. I can tell she’s here because my head is buzzing with hot air and I want to throttle some poor, unsuspecting citizen. (No one’s nearby, so… that’s good.) I didn’t make it to the finalsContinue reading “I hate NYC Midnight!”

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