What the ... where?
So, the canopener woke me up from a nice nap. "We're hitting the social media highway," she says. "Fasten your seatbelt." Of course, I ran under the bed. I hate trips. In my experience, trips only mean one thing ... V. E. T. Very extreme torture. She coaxed me out with a bit of tuna. Eh, I can be had. And there was no sign of the box. The canopener explained about getting this blog thing out to more viewers. Other canopeners, she suspects. But I know better. Yoshi Toshi
