Once upon a time there was a mosquito and a flying cockroach (yes, they do fly) who were best friends.  Poor little Mozzie and Roach-o-Cock were despised by all so unfairly.  “It’s not my fault that I eat blood!” cried Mozzie Moz one day.  Cockie nodded, “I understand.  It’s not my fault I’m so big and loathed.  I just want someone to love me.”  And so, kids, the moral of the story is…

Get lost, stupid bugs.

JD and I are engaged!   Holy hells, internet!  She-who-would-not-wed has fallen flip-flop over heel for the best guy in the world!  And somehow he seems to like her, too!  Woohoo!

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