Touched Up by an Angel

The only way to make something more annoying is to slap some wings on it. But they are such impassioned little cronies, frolicking about the manicured lawns in their tunics. Singing 'Hey Jude' with quivering falsettos.

Cults are Everywhere, Like in the Word "Difficult'

I am not enamored with anyone. I forBID it.


ps- nephew is now two years, an old wee bairn by any standards.