I'm having some technical difficulties uploading pics from the weekend and actually getting some paid work done, so why don't I leave you with this thought, brought to you by four pretty men in lip gloss:
The reflex is an only child, he's waiting by the park
The reflex is in charge of finding treasure in the dark
And watching over lucky clover isnt that bizarre
Every little thing the reflex does is an answer with a
It's strangely satisfying to know that this question is still being bandied about on the airwaves of smalltown America.
So. What, exactly, is the reflex?
(There's a prize for the best answer.)