It's a weathery day, It's raining, miserable and cold, the winds is howling and the mess is accumulating in my yard. My spirits are dampened and I'm not happy kind of miserable myself the weather having taken its toll.

As they say: “Misery Loves company” and, Oh will my ignorant slave be made to suffer right along with me. Of course I won't be miserable for long. The room will become well illuminated with the warmth of the sun as soon as my Quirt cuts into his flesh and he screams for mercy.

There you are my bundle of sunshine, or at least thats what Im calling you today, ... Show more