Well do ya, punk?

I hate the word ‘naughty’, I really do. Sure. It aint up there with ‘tummy’ or ‘vagina’ … but for the love of Gandhi! If you aint a parent, you got no cause to be using it. This anti-penchant may be due to my sociopathic boss of traumatic times past who would extend his handContinue reading “Well do ya, punk?”