Bay-O'-Woof-Woof

Who will go to the woodshed today?

Too many people and organizations, I say.

Oh, eff em' all...right? let's play a round of tennis or swim in the sea. There is not one wit of wrong in telling the media and world leaders that they can suck on their own grapes of wrath until the wine has had its time to be placed in a proper carafe.

Yep - it's a sprightly day with or without cloud-stricken skies wherein most of the populace is on a clock until it hits the midnight tick-tock of the talk of the webs in which the bitch in us all comes out in hedges and stiches -  and often-times utter bombastic egrets.