A Clockwork Beepster
A while back I was groaning about my creaky old lady skeleton and how if I didn't do something about it you'd all be speaking to a pile of dust (even as a pile of bone dust I would find a way to haunt this place).
Well today I stocked up on some calcium/d3/magnesium multis, copious amounts of cheese (the crummy grocery store block/cottage variety) and homo milk (NTTIAWWT).
So now I will don my bowler and white lumberjack underwears, slam pints of white silk and dream of the ultra violence.
IOW... Milk party at Beepster's!