My Rhino Smells Like Roses

This may be my last post. Because the wife may very well kill me when she sees this. But, as she says herself, this is what she does for a living.

You ready?

It's coming.

Here it is.
Where is my wife's right arm, I hear you ask? Don't ask. The rhino probably shouldn't ask either.

I'd like to be cremated and have my ashes mailed in envelopes with no return address to various Republican congressmen.