A little poem I wrote for Cats At The Bar, added to an ultra-cute picture.
“Why are you selling?” The tinny voice came disembodied down miles of telephone line to my ear. Do I tell them the truth and admit that I’ve been driven from the area by… Continue reading
Do cacti have a soul? If a couple of them die and they become ghosts, are they a prickly pair? Some people go to extreme measures for sexual gratification. Why did male circumcision… Continue reading