Nope. I’ll bet he’s still pink in the middle …
Toebean addiction appears to be contagious.
I need a bigger hammer …
I’m channeling my “inner Elvis.” =^D
We’re doomed … !
I have to admit a certain sympathy for Vejer.
It didn’t seem so much like baiting as … old age stubborn irritability? Being something of a professional curmudgeon (i.e., cantankerous old fart) myself, that’s how I see it. I sense he’s rather stubborn, has a tendency to stand up for the home team (former British Empire, Australia, cricket, tea, crumpets, and pure Australian Football). I think he’s using cultural differences as a foil for dry wit, and I don’t see that he has singled you out. I think if he was going to do that, it would be me, because I tease him right back.
But if that’s the way you feel, then just ignore him.
Rabies shots are now much less troublesome. We rescue cats, and my wife has been bitten twice. Three shots, no worries. OTOH, the danger of infection from any wild animal (feral cat) is major. That’s an immediate trip to the ER.
Nice Watterson tribute.
Indeed. What can we do about this infestation of an otherwise lovely planet?