Frankly I don’t know why it doesn’t happen more often. A wagging piece of fatty flesh flopping about amid an army of sharp teeth, some called incisors, others canines, seems like a mouth full of blood looking for a place to happen to me. Life is full of little annoyances, peeves, irksome occurrences, call themContinue reading “Thit, I Bit My Tongue. Thun of a Bith That Hurths”
DCMontreal: Blowing the Whistle on Society
Eclectic social commentary with a chuckle and maybe a sting in the tail
