Veritable smoothie of sophomoric humor. Strawberry = you. Well! (he spluttered). This is a fine how-d'you do! I work myself to the bone getting all sacrilegious, spend literally minutes in Photoshop desecrating the memory of possibly the 10th-greatest plummy English contralto who ever lived, blend it half-heartedly together into a veritable smoothie of sophomoric humor that would make … Continue reading Gee, don’t come rushing at me all at once, like a Handel chorus →