Gabby Windey

And even though it seems your family could desperately use the offerings, who cares?

We must live even in a dilapidated state as Moira Rose shows us.

She does not succumb to the matronly middle of America fashion for she knows herself.

There is no sense of self-conscientiousness when she is clad in an armor suit seemingly made of a trash bag and a feather while starring in a local commercial.

She is I, and I am her.

She's a role model to all women, a mother with only a whisper of maternal instinct, a singer who cannot sing.

a lover of taking nudes only in good lighting and exploitation of such nudes to make sure they will live forever on the ether, in the cloud, in the internet, for all to choose to see and revisit time and time again me.

And you know what?

I've never seen Best in Show, but I will immediately be watching it in her honor, and I heard it was all improv, the talent, the wit, the beauty that comes from a funny woman.

It's time for us to recognize and appreciate

For it is rare for a man to revel in a woman's humor, let alone acknowledge it.

Oh, we're not funny because there are more jokes to be made than about your tiny schlong.

We're not funny because we don't have a ding-a-ling.

Oh, that's not what your mom said last night, he says.

Well, my mother is dead.

To me, at least.

It's like getting my dick stuck in a vacuum cleaner.

They cackle alone.

Well, I will not guffaw.

There's no a guffaw sound for me.