It’s called a belly, or as Le Clown affectionately calls his, a one-ab™. You’ve seen the pictures, Le Clown is pretty. Pictures don’t lie, but they sure do hide that extra weight: a large shirt, a very long and deep breath, and say cheese (hello, Oxford comma)! Le Clown started drinking when he was just … Continue reading
I maintain a few personal email exchanges with bloggers. Some of you have touched me. And quite often and quite honestly [this sentence will be auctioned on eBay; you'll be given all the rights to use it as you please in your future literary endeavours], I’ve been bewildered by your craft, either by your out-of-the … Continue reading