Misanthropology: Miracle Whip, Magicians, and Joe Jackson
It's been a couple weeks, dear readers. But our radio silence is most assuredly not for a lack of thngs making us pinch the bridges of our noses in an attempt to escape homicide charges. Hey. Sometimes even the most spiteful of us get busy with Mario Kart tournaments and mandatory grieving procedures for the fallen King of Pop.
Click on. Sit beside us. Join hands. If it was good enough for Freud, it's good enough for you.
























