* * * A Visit to the Wiggly's House * * * Don't sit on the fancy pillows! Anyway, about today, I just saw the president of the bank wearing a spoon dangling from her nostrils! And I said, Yow! a dimension of digital fits ! Oh well. Ya know, first it was little Suzy smashing in the walls with a Friggin' wrenchset, but now every Frickin' night, the Blasted taxman cries until Mama brings him milk. I'm gonna take a Friggin' self-help class.