Imagine that there are two mini Buzzettas on my shoulders. To my right is a angelic, harp playing Buzzetta telling me to shut up and mind my own business. On the left is the pitchfork toting Buzzetta that is twiddling its fingers like Mr. Burns on the Simpsons.
This site uses cookies to help personalise content, tailor your experience and to keep you logged in if you register.
By continuing to use this site, you are consenting to our use of cookies.