Meanwhile the chicken of depression is alive and doing quite well.
Petey, from Cul de Sac, will be glad to hear that P.J. Piehole’s is closing.
But who wants to listen to harp music 24/7?
We used a stick or our fingers for a gun.
Great! Now I’m going to have an earworm for the rest of the day. Thanks, Mark.
They aren’t afraid of slush puddles, they are afraid of mom!
I’m curious about the bottle on the floor. And there’s one outside on the sidewalk. What’s that about?
It’s the uh-oh mom!
I think it’s people she wants to give rabies to.
When I was younger I used to have my face in a book all the time.