mc5 - Electric sock treatment

And the same to you with bass nobs on!

I can't believe it's December already--I've still got a large amount of wok left over from last month.

Only 21 hopping days left.

I wandered lonely as a clod
That floats on high o'er ale and ill
When all at one I saw a crow
A hot of olden daffodil.

Avent brings out the poe in us!

My wife wanted something petty for Christmas so I got her an old pedant

I understand that on the night before Christmas nothing stirs - not even a muse.