First, my cat dies and the Weedwacker works and the air is let out of my chef's hat and Popeye's bye-bye and a turban's AWOL and the broccoli's cockamamie and a sex scandal looms and "wash me" and Damon's a deadbeat and the snap's shot.Now, there is no bad news.
Yeah, you read that correctly.
"There is no bad news."
Nothing new. No #11.
Tough break.
Sorry for the disappointment.
I am looking forward to bad news tomorrow, though. Pinky swear!
After all, it comes in twelves.
