You don't support obesity, even when it comes to blogs...

...but his one's gonna be a fatty.

You arrived at work today to The-Owner asking if you would like some rabbit stew. You pretty much fell off the ladder you were standing on and that's how you've felt ever sense. It was pretty much the singular most embarrassing moment of your life and now you're hella paranoid of what your co-workers might read and , even in jest, relay back to The-Owner.

You thought the word "salacious" was enough to make it known that you totally didn't believe that she raised rabbits, even for food. However, in the immortal words of James St. James: "Once it's been printed, it automatically becomes truth. Whether it is or not."

But you digress, who reads your 2nd person crap anyhow?

In other news, La Gay has died. La Missa and The-Gayest-Straight-Man-Alive have come to an agreeable end. The-Not-So-Gay-Trio has suffered no damage, even though the potential was high.

You're glad the break was amicable, but a small part of you still wishes that they would have remained La Gay so you could keep typing your silly pet name for them. Oh... and so that your 20 minuet long paint rendition of them wouldn't have been for nothing. Damnit.