I’ve been pretty much feeling like Spiffy with, you know, Poop.
But I was reminded yesterday by the 1st friend I made in Poopland that I have every right to party. Yes, even when daily doses of Poop are hurled at you and you are somehow expected to make the Poop into Gourmet Chocolate.
I’m just trying not to be a Poophead about this, you know? So party, I shall.