Sorry, sorry, sorry.

I make hay while the moon shines …

It’s the early moose that catches the deadline, no? 

Words of blather rock together. (And it’s happening right now, right here.)

A blog post saved is a blog post craved.

Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.

All work no joy, all work no joy, all work … oh boy!

As you fake it bad, so you must lie about it.

Fools blush while angels eat their bread.

Only moose and bosses work.

The best-laid schemes of meese are meant to be forgotten.


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