Are You A Sap?

You don’t want to be a sap.

I mean it… really, do you want to go through life knowing you’re a sap?

I didn’t think so, so listen up:

I have this FAQ page, but while this blog was having a bit of a makeover crisis, that FAQ page was disabled. I mean… it seemed stupid to be offering to answer questions when I wasn’t even sure what I was going to be wearing, doing or shilling, so I took it down.

Well, fracas has finally figured out what this blog is supposed to be and how to do it, and so the FAQ page is back up, but  in dire need of some very intelligent questions to answer.

I’m sure you have intelligent questions for me, don’t you?

You see, those who ask good questions are revered and honoured here at fraccers, and maybe they might even be allowed to ruffle my feathers a bit… but those who don’t ask questions are, well… saps.

Did you know that?

Saps.

It doesn’t sound very good does it? It sounds all, sappy-like… as though you’re too weak and runny and icky and sticky to be able to ask a good, itelligent question. We all know too, that geese aren’t interested in sap, that distinction belongs to birds like sap-suckers… yellow-bellied sap suckers to be precise. Yellow bellies. You know what that means, don’t you? I bet you don’t want to be that, now… do you?

So put on your thinking cap (you can use this one if you don’t already have one of your own) and do your best not to be yellow-bellied (or a sap). We’re all watching and waiting now, you know…

Merci. (I really do love you to bits for it!)