I’d rather remember someone who smiled often. I’d rather remember someone who was so full of joy that it infected the rest of us like the plague - long after her death. Not sickness. Not disappointment. Not fear. Not cancer. Cancer has no place here. Today I’d like to remember someone who inspired me. I’d like to remember someone who inspired many people…from those closest to her, to those she never met.
RIP Gilda. We love you. :)
What’s all this fuss I keep hearing about endangered feces? Now, that’s outrageous! Why are feces endangered? How could you possibly run out of such a thing? Why-why just look around you, you can see it all over the place. And besides, who wants to save that anyway? My goodness, where would we keep it?
