A Tragically Hipster
Unfortunately we’ve been exposed to the lying king.
Did someone say opportunity?
Can’t you hear me knockin’ on your window
Can’t you hear me knockin’ on your door
Can’t you hear me knockin’ down your dirty street, yeah
Performed by The Rolling Stones
One quick yank on that tooth and it’s all done… until the next one.
Just as well that Calvin was… uhm, occupied. Otherwise I’m pretty sure Susie would have been wearing the egg on her way home.
FYI, Mom won’t be impressed by what comes out the other end either.
I bet there are no explosions either.
Enquiring minds do want to know.
Not only smart but humble. Both admirable qualities in a tiger.
Dear Calvin… Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.
Borrowed from Winston Churchill.