I’ve told Martha a million times not to invite me to the tea party, but she never listens and I’m expected to go but if I do I’ll see bill Clinton in his stupid bejeweled robe.
I digress, I wanted to eat fruit salad at lunch but now I’m thinking I’ll play with the cats during the Apocalypse
Tick tick tick tick clicking and ticking of the clock in the wall let’s me know there’s a capsule to be taken but now it’s time for shoomy to bite the bullet and just accept the fact that he’s no longer King.
I love this show