Everyone knows that we live in times of violent disagreements and fraying of the social fabric. It is my view that this is substantially caused, and greatly aggravated, by our inability to treat each other decently and with respect no matter how much we might disagree.
It was autumn and night when I first saw it.
The dark spot darted from the refrigerator to the corner of the kitchen, where we kept a sexy basket of dirty dish towels. I approached the basket and nudged it with my foot, which caused the runner to bolt back to the refrigerator and me to screech.
Beach Season is coming to a close, so it’s nice that Winslow and Dr. Spiderqueen are able to get some sun before Spooky Season sets in. I don’t think Winslow is actually capable of tanning, so his choice of swimwear for today is purely for fanservice.
Full disclosure, I am not the devil. I cannot damn you soul nor make Faustian bargains. Rather I am a simple warlock of humble means who is in need of a man’s soul for various occult purposes.
