NO no no no no

I'll try to keep this blog clean for you. My broom is on standby to shoo the overlarge critters away... my stomping boots tightly laced to deal with crush-acceptable life forms (roaches, land-fish, aborted fetuses that just won't die and why are they up in my grill in the first place?)... a flash light to scare away the ghosts. But most of all, the mighty word, which when the sabre's rearing to peel my apple, I'm sure won't fail to deflect. Alas! You knew what you were into when you signed up! (Her brother was a self styled Yorrick, or at least he adopted the name and did his best to live it up.)