the wuc bytes – dodgeball

I think GP broke me. Not in a wild horse kinda way, understand. He aint the Wuc Whisperer, for cryin’. Nor, for the record, have I sunk to Bridget Jonesean lows (all by myself in earnest and epilepsy, my undies big enough to house a troupe of transient midgets). Neverthemore, lassy. Much like little lost LedgerContinue reading “the wuc bytes – dodgeball”