Crispy as a stomped soda cracker
Killer day in the press room today, Wren-friends. I’m fried. Whacked. Flattened. Crisp. If it’s coherence and lucidity you’re after, mosey on over to www.digsbysblog.blogspot.com, or if well-seasoned snark is more to your taste, try out Tbogg at www.tbogg.blogspot.com. And for a deliciously rednecked examination of the burning question: Nile perch or largemouth bass? drop by Patrick’s down-home place at I Talk Dog, www.wasuvi.com.
I think I’ll go crash.