TBogg

True love knows no boundaries. None. Not even one.I’ve been carrying a torch for twenty-three years…
and, boy, are my arms tired

And you thought this was over…

The old joke goes that Vincent van Gogh so loved a prostitute that he cut off one of his ears for her…but she wanted cash.

Badda-boom.

For all other mysteries of the heart, please see Dan Collins, the smooth talking ( “…still pathetically in love with them, and miss their pussy..“) Miss Lonelyhearts of the Stalkeratti.

On the supposedly plus side, the additional traffic to PW means that Godlstein won’t be making his quarterly threat to quit blogging meaning that we can expect six more weeks of talking food jokes.

Semioticians rejoice!

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Yeah. Like I would tell you....