Now I have to consider destruction of space and time? Seriously? Higgsy is some kind of God particle. Reminds me of Frank Gifford always touting some guy as "some kind of player". Personally, I think if we've figured out how to make wicker, we're good no matter what. I'm trying to work genuflecting into our passion play without the obvious Born to Yodel inference. The professor used to intimate that Ginger was an oral aficionado which back then only made me want to go to the island even more.OK, so it appears that I'm worried more about getting struck by lightning than pickling my liver but that's not even remotely close. I just write for the purpose of writing and the topic to me is usually unimportant. It's like improv but with keystrokes. I'd like it to be funny, sometimes it's not. Tina Louise's carpet is funny to me but going on about it thinking I'm so hilarious is as unfulfilling as a fellatrix with a chipped tooth.

Are we to believe "I want to live forever" is coming? Probably right after I'm into eternity. Dogdirt from the radio won't lessen the possibility.