No less than three of my friends were talking about MySpace this morning. "Those suckers," I thought, "I'm not getting into that MySpace racket until I'm 90 and chasing teenage tail."
Then the voice in my head asked, "You're going to let someone else take the 'Setsuled' login?"
So here's my dumb mug.
I hope you're all very happy for getting a man of my sophisticated tastes to partake in such a thing.
Now, if you don't mind, I've got scantily clad dames to draw in me sketchbook.