One thought on “When the stakes are low…”

1. I promise you, I didn’t have a knife. They were garden-shears, honest.

   Now, I’ll need to hang myself a minute to be sure I couldn’t be one of these “fairly reasonable people” you’re blogging on about. The way I’m skritting all over your own should provide y’all with proof personal there’s hardly a thing “fairly reasonable” to my palaver, but you’d as soon steal dry Friskies from a stray as trouble yourself over a few pixels.

   As for the old fame & fortune angles, forget it: most of us are still obsessed with getting laid.