Sh*t happens to the best of us
Let's face it: even on a average day, Bugpymyge is not particularly a ray of endless light. Another day, another gchat But certain days are far worse than others. These are the sorts of days that Chicagoans should truly worry about. Life is full of legumes and swapped saliva. There are so many things to hate out there, and so many crotchety muscles to flex. The time has come to start looking for sublets. Poor, sweet Bugpymyge, everything is going to be okayge! PS: "ZEH LO TOV" Alecksander v'hayom ha'ayim v'nora v'garu'a v'lo tov bichlal