I am sorry, little girl, but your checkers lesson will have to wait. Somebody has escaped from the SOTU sanatorium and is trying (and failing) to fit into regular society.
sooner or later there’ll be Hell’s heartache to pay,
shredded skies by day
usher innocence away, the disease of disarray
will its very lord betray
as infinity trawls through a sea of questions.
I’m lost in mind’s derangements, a duly mortal son
with neat excuse undone
by this vicious scattergun,
but I’m not the last one drowning in perceptions.
margueritem over 15 years ago
It’s been a long time….
Sisyphos over 15 years ago
Most four-year-olds play better than I do, so I no longer consider it “getting trounced”….
hymenoxis over 15 years ago
Farleft….had to Google flunitraziwhatsit…you’re sick. Please sit by me.
Jml58 over 15 years ago
I always play black.
zero over 15 years ago
1988-1995 when I taught computers to 4 & 5 year olds
dermandro over 15 years ago
I’d beat her at chess.
flyingflowerpot over 15 years ago
Really sick, people. I hope Teresa doesn’t read any of today’s comments. http://tinyurl.com/l5epx8
shewith5 over 15 years ago
4 years agao… twins are 8. Double trouncing
Fred Kuechenmeister over 15 years ago
how in the world did this cute strip morph into naughty land ?
Fred Kuechenmeister over 15 years ago
ps… agree that Farrah thing is creepy…
Fred Kuechenmeister over 15 years ago
and wouldn’t ja know it… when I came back from FA.. my google side-bar had her “iconic” poster looking at me…
4deerinmyyard over 15 years ago
Thanks 3Hr. & Flowerpot.
razorback2824 over 15 years ago
I am sorry, little girl, but your checkers lesson will have to wait. Somebody has escaped from the SOTU sanatorium and is trying (and failing) to fit into regular society.
mroberts88 over 15 years ago
Oh its on, it is SO on….razorback, whats wrong with SOTU?
plight over 15 years ago
sooner or later there’ll be Hell’s heartache to pay, shredded skies by day usher innocence away, the disease of disarray will its very lord betray as infinity trawls through a sea of questions. I’m lost in mind’s derangements, a duly mortal son with neat excuse undone by this vicious scattergun, but I’m not the last one drowning in perceptions.