End result: I am making that chicken stock today. Happy accident: one of the cadavers was apparently from a forty-clove chicken that I forgot to unstuff before I froze, so it is really wonderful-smelling chicken stock, with lumps of garlic floating in the froth.
I have come to the horrible realization that the wolf-boy may sound like Leonard Cohen, but he looks a bit like hal_duncan, if Hal were ten years older and had an ass-length braid.
In my defense, I met him first. So I think you're tuckerized from him.
telepresence is going to hell for this:
Oh, my god. That's Courteney Cox??? (I'm going to be going "blinker, mirror, blindspot; blinker, mirror, blindspot) all damned day, now.
Don't you like me better when I'm not taking a day off?