St. Vomitola so loved the world

Now, in years past, I’ve had more time to revel in all the spectacular February holidays. Time to bring you such amazing seasonal designs such as this. February is like soaking in a bowl of paraffin, is it not? One emerges fresh and renewed. Or something. I didn’t even manage a Groundhog’s Day salute this year.

But today, Mr. H is home for a snow day, and we are all slowly eating each other. A ybab is yelling at me, and Scatman Crothers had a snowcat accident on the way to save us. So in great haste, I bring you the simplest tidings of the day, in a form you morons can understand.

Ri rove roo!

5 responses to “St. Vomitola so loved the world”

  1. ON DAY LIKE THAT, YOU WATCHINGS, THAT, ,,SHANNING“ OFF KUBBRIK ??!?!? I AM ROLLING ON FLOAR, LUAFFING MINE BACKSIDE OF.

    — MARKO

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.