Monday, August 1
Neener, neener, neener. 10,042 in forty-eight hours.
Why must I shower all the long-haired women on Monday? After this weekend, my fingers did not want to wash, comb, blow dry, and braid all that hair.
Stephanie faces the construction zone, alone.
Holly, can you see my house from up there?
Carter has gone completely wierd-wired.
Thinking of PBW: