Nothing but stale leftovers again today at the Plop. Hocus, hocomania isn't like fine wine; it doesn't improve with age. Reporting on some Bat$hit Crazy
something you posted elsewhere back in early December of last year is about as boring as watching paint dry. Way more boring even than the circular arguments you favor when responding to anyone bothering to play Poke-the-Troll with you in the comments section of your sorry-a$$ed blog.