Life is Skittles and Life is Beer

Ah, spring, when a young girl's fancy turns to thoughts of vehicular homicide.

The world is warm, the sun is shining, the birds are singing. Or not.

The air is full of hormones, and everybody is frantically having sex, including the trees.

I need more claritin.

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I was just informed that I have a mannerism.

"The eyebrow."

I am disturbed...