Wednesday, Again

The idiot Flavian just blew in from Haiti, filthy and light of purse. He claimed that a local woman in a bear costume tried to bludgeon him with with a jar of apricot jam. It was probably only a hurricane, but who am I to question one man’s love of truth? Everyone knows there are no fruit spreads in Haiti.

Naturally I expect our mumblety-peg warfare to resume tout de suite or whenever he's done watching the Flintstones, whichever comes first.