O, the wretched nymph-beast of jealousy! Late at night she staggers into the room and crawls into bed with you, stinking of burning rubber and Listerine. You want her to get out of your bed but you know it's useless. She's gonna be there for a long time, staring at you, walking about five feet behind you at all times.At some point this week, the new Wigu book will start to pre-order. I am putting the finishing touches on it. I want it to be glistening and impressive like a Horse that is shaved completely bald. Today's hyper-link: !