I got hit by a nasty virus. It ate my virus protection first. Bad, bug, bad!
Just letting you know. In case it came in through my e-mail, accept nothing from me (andychrism) over the next few days. I'll get it wiped as soon as I can.
It also means it's cleavage season at you local Walmart.
So, let's use an analogy, shall we? As hideous as some of these fashion statements are, our horror knows no bounds when such fashion skill is applied to plunging neck and waistlines. Still working on that patent for the Eyeball Boil-a-matic, so in the meantime, can we hitch those britches there "ladies"?