Monday, Monday. What can I say? How about I send a little humor your way?
THE WITTICISMS WILL NOW COMMENCE... Wipe the Sandman from your eyes. Time to see what tickles your fancy this morning... * Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye, Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie. When the pie was opened the birds began to sing, Oh wasn’t that a dainty dish to set... Sign in to see full entry.