Wine and Whine
Apparently there's some sort of anniversary party over at the Stitch-O-Rama. They've got drunk chickens and everything.
Go on. I'll just sit over here by myself.
Greetings from the Omnigraphic Blogopticon. On view are vile sticky things dragged from the attic, snarky commentary on the world at large, and all-encompassing ennui. All that and a weird rubbery smell. A horrible time will be had by all.
