It's Not Like I Faint Every Time You Touch...
I know that my hiatus from posting has been an extended one. No epic, as I eagerly anticipate today's edition of Thurl.
Moreso, I just couldn't dislodge my testicles from my stomach after Finley's dastardly move.
The Glove is a decent consolation prize. I think it tips the scales of destiny and fate more slightly in the Heat's direction. I'm staying on message.
Discussion may follow in the thread below.