The sun is shining, birds are singing, children laughing.
It's hell on earth.
Bereft of significant employment or academic pursuits, I'm like a ship without a rudder, just kinda floating along. I think this is what being a loser feels like.
What does this have to do with you, the readers? Nothing.
HA!
And now for the true purpose of this post:
Like 70's fashion, I have risen from the grave! Small children will run in terror and dogs will bark, for Andre...has...returned!
For good. No jokes. I'm actually here to stay and post regularly.
Next time, on Zibbudie Babbuhl Lane: Mike Myers, Human Chameleon!
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