"Quasimodo...It's Got a Certain Ring to It!!" or "My Mommy is Boris Karloff & Other Scary Tales"

So I'm totally having one of those days where I feel like I'm two neck-bolts and a zigzag scar away from being chased by villagers. You know those times, right? (please say yes, pleeeease say yes...or at least smile politely and nod your head at my lunacy)  I mean, seriously, it's one of those days where I feel like slippin' on a scratchy sack, changin' my name to Quasimodo and callin' it a day. What is up with that?!

And ps..Do dudes EVER feel like this?...
I'm guessing...ummm...wait for it...wait for it....
uh, NO.

Ah well...I guess you can't feel like

Wonder Woman every day :)...

So, I guess there's only one thing left to say,

"Good Eeeevening"

(channeling Boris Karloff ). 

Or as they say in the church tower/laboratory

(pronounced "La-bore-atory"),

"URRRGHHH, yes Master"