every time i see that grim jogger my head sings and i sometimes emit, Cheer up, Honey i hope you can. But when i see her next time it seems the rigor lines on her face deepen.

Cheer Up, honey i think you can.

if you can scowl at copp that's surely a litmus test telling whether you have a soul or not. i think lady misery jog her soul has gone walkabout.

i somehow think she will never have a baby, or the baby will go walkabout.

nuk nuk.