Mother Nature's PMSing pretty hard right

Mother Nature's PMSing pretty hard right now, you guys.

Father Time spoke candidly to his kids. "My advice: don't go outside for the next 2-3 days." Do you think they listened?

The answer is simple. No. The children of Father Time paid no heed to his advice and ventured into the world of men. Death, Dream, Despair, Desire and Delirium took hold of men

who ate doughnuts, dumplings, dim sum and doritos. The children of Father Time were overcome by Ennui, Ennervation, Existentialism, Erotocism & Ego in the world of men and cried

"Frankly few fallow fellows feeble foibles flumox Father, but we are a brood of his worry warts, vexation, & unease rding three nags named "You'll Be Late", "Take out the Garbage",

"and the trash." Then pa said, "Or you don't get no spendin' cash." I rolled my eyes. He scowled, "If you don't scrub that kitchen floor." Then ma popped up and said, "You ain't go

"Well me Bucko, you missed your chance to do so. Bowser and the rest of Sha Na Na went on a 38 city and 2 and a half village tour. They left this morning. So you are going to have

to settle for Dion and the Belmonts to aid you in yer honorable quest." I squinted. "Like, Runaround Sue Dion?" "Look, bucko," he snarled, "I told ya, Sha Na Na ain't available."

That was when the fifties nostalgia officially ended. I accepted that cultural revolution had taken place and I jumped on the bus to what seemed like nowhere. I was reborn