Eat No Evil, Drink No Evil, Fuck No Evil

We were at Mr. Deepness's basking in the glory of his new red leather couch when we heard a strange buzzing noise*.

"Sounds like someone's mixing up cookies," said I.

"Sounds like making margaritas," said Jane.

"Sounds like a vibrator," said Mr. Deepness.



God Bless Us Every One. May your holiday be filled with indulgence and moderation.




*It was my phone in the bottom of my purse on the hardwood floor.