I got the shit talking out of my system. It felt good. In my pants. I see that tizzle has bowed out of our little back and forth, and therefore, since I'm sure none of you gave even a remote shit about of it after maybe the first blog or two, I'm going to follow suit. Hate blogs are fun, and they can make people laugh, but a true hate artist knows when to quit.
I thank you all for your participation, assistance, comments, love, deep hugs, shallow hugs, awkward silences, thumbs up, thumbs down, strange pats on the bum, and rim jobs.
And now. We cue the music.