an octopus has occupied my dishwasher and refuses to unhand my possessions that shall remain unwashed. and you thought you 

had problems. well, grow up. how many loved ones have said these words to me.

it's all supply undemanded. The Pleiades have their work cut out.

Sail, sail, in Braille, throughout the cluster cells claiming to want input

inclusively. well no(w) dice. 

how can situation comedy be so insensitive? if I've told you once . . .