You feelin’ me?

 

Alas, no SugarFree twofer today. You get lazy Spud instead.

Most people don’t realize that SugarFree writes with his eyes closed. It’s the only way he’s immune to his own perversion. Poor bastard sneezed this morning and briefly opened his eyes after.

He should be right as rain by next Wednesday.

 

Links?

 

What the story leaves out, is who knocked her up. It certainly wasn’t her gay husband.

 

Posted for obvious reasons.

 

That’s a different take.

 

Don’t fuck with a man’s egg supply.

 

No proof to the rumor they were found outside a pub.

 

In the battle of robots versus NYC homeless, I’m going with the homeless.

 

Okay, that’s it for today. SF is peacefully dozing away, zonked out on Xanax and Thorazine.