Reading progress update: I've read 36%.

Mort  - Terry Pratchett


And now we have an ointment, cooked up by a wizard who drank too much 'potency' elixir so he had to soak in a cold water trough, that:



"Provides your wild oats while guaranteeing a crop failure..."


Snorts and giggles and winks for everybody!

I'd be getting some odd looks if I wasn't home alone today.