I spell it FATALISTIC YOGA… my moral authority to make fun of everything in the universe (and considering that my firm belief is that I’m the only person in the universe and everyone else is a crazy idea in my head – that means ME.)

Is there anything more entertaining than watching two street walkers fight??? (Paying them to hurl sandwich meats at them while reciting the works of Mark Twain?) I’m asking for a friend.

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