You can pry my hope and optimism out of my cold, dead hands.

Morale

You can pry my hope and optimism out of my cold, dead hands.

Just like momma used to make

Cob

Just like momma used to make

It ran over my inner child

Thought

It ran over my inner child

Once again, for those in the back: I am not to be trusted with genie wishes

Phobia

Once again, for those in the back: I am not to be trusted with genie wishes

*Fun* facts?  In this economy?

Fun Fact

*Fun* facts?  In this economy?