Typically narcissistic blogging.

Pitching Prickly Woo

Some girls get roses.

Others get cactuses, and cactosaurs that have been, after extensive thought and consideration, named “Francois.” (Francois was just barely chosen over a sturdy, loyal-looking buffalo who was obviously named Ted, but it turns out buffalo don’t like to frolic among cactuses like cactosaurs do.)

I’ve been informed that they are both quite comfortable in her new apartment.

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