Thursday, November 19, 2009
There are no words.
At this point, I can only pray that Maria never figures out where I live; otherwise, I suspect I'd come home from work one day to find my cat nailed to the front door.
Seriously, when someone that obviously deranged gets positively giddy over somebody else developing "a taste for lefty blood," it's time to get the security folks to drive by a little more often.
Stephen Taylor must be so proud.