Pictures of dogs, cats, stranger's babies, dreams of the Canadian prime minister? I hope people understand, if you're new to pottersblog, that this is the trash can of my life, or the stew pot, a little bit of everything tossed in, with jokes and insults added as the spice.
So here's the disclaimer: It is supposed to be funny. I have hardly a serious bone in my body. What else would you expect from a guy who makes little piggies every day?