MKMOT (May 18, 2012)

I keep some weird hours. I know. But who doesn't want to wake up to some fresh-cooked baloggin' in bed?

You might not be hungry for it yet, I get that. But when you are, it's ready for you. A heapin' helpin' of free space for you to enjoy at your own leisure. All I ask is that you devour it with gusto. I do it for you, you know. I'm like the Kenneth Edmonds of balogs about balogs. Now use the area below to enhance your whip appeal on me.

The thread is open at an ungodly hour, like the xetra dax.