I don't care how much Warner Bros. might refute this. Bugs is a brotha.
Actually, he's in reverse drag. He's a little like my dead great aunt Peg, a truth-spittin' curmudgeon who always secretly held the last laugh though we rarely, if ever, saw her laughing. As much as I want to, I cannot laugh 'cause ain't shit funny.
I'm glad Kathy Wilson is doing the honors.
Me, I'm working very hard at the moment to avoid spitting sarcastic comments hither and yon. It's a conversational tool I rely on way too much, and there are some situations where it hinders rather than helps.
In fact, I'm not sure there are any where it helps. . .
Welcome to visitors from This Modern World, and I apologize in advance for the skimpy update schedule.
I also apologize to anyone else who's linked here recently -- or even not so recently -- and whose kindness I've neither noted nor reciprocated. Maybe I'll try to make the insomnia work for me tonight, and update the links list.
Original wording of the first sentence was, "and Jason, for one, don't want it," but I worried some
tourists readers wouldn't realize this was a stylistic choice/code-switching.
And I just lack either the time or the patience to deal with random idjits.
Which reminds me, Hanne, thank you for dealing with that random idjit a few days back. Have I mentioned lately that you rock? Seems like it's been a while.