Enjoying a quiet night up in my tower, with a nice glass of wine, a pig under my foot, and taking the time to compose a little poem examining the true meaning of this silly little M.A.L.E.S. group.
Since I don't feel like I was properly thanked and honored for my help crushing the L.O.S.E.R.S, I went ahead and picked up that Porsche I deserve. It's even yellow, like sunshine! 🌞
