When are you next accepting synopsis for review?
When my buddy Satan starts skating to work.
When Brady Westwater starts writing gothic romance.
When the low slung gin fizz isn't funny.
When Miss Calhoun starts swearing.
When Miss Snark stops swilling gin.
Hilarity aside, let's all remember that this blog isn't my job. It's more like my nemesis. That crapometer sucked up a MONTH of after-work hours, and holiday days.
The next one is far far far off ...if ever.