Love & Flatulence

So...what do you post after a slight, 4-year gap in blogging? Whatever the fuck you want! Much has transpired since those days of yore. The wheel. Contact lenses. Alien anal probes (one is never enough). Did I mention alien anal probes? The reality of the situation is far less bizarre and exciting as one might imagine. The ETs wanted desperately to release me. I agreed with one caveat. You guessed it; no probe no release. Do you have any idea what a grey sounds like gagging? I can't talk about it...