Another Tragic Loss . .

. . . the end of summer before it even begins.  

sigh.

Monday Morning Gridlock . . .

. . . due to St. Patrick's day hangover?

Thump Thump Thump . . .

. . . another shoe bites the dust . . . 

Thump Thump Thump

and another one's down, another shoe bites the dust.

(I have yet to understand exactly how this happens.)

Now boarding for Hooterville

Skimpy clothes + big girl = DON'T

(I've spared you the shot when she bent over.  Oxygen masks dropped from the ceiling.)

His Mirror, Mirror on the Wall . . .

. . . suffers from severe schizophrenia.