I read about farting downstairs and reality that’s weird upstairs. Does anybody have any questions about how I deal with all ya’ll?
If you do, why am I doing this?
Calvin and Hobbs is why I do everything. Dudes make sense.
Somebody has actually called me a pig somewhere but they’ll never admit it. Then there’s everybody else and I’m not talking about that collective “everybody” at the moment but…….
It’s that two mail truck dudes actually did race around me on that street as I was just going along minding my own business. And then all of a sudden Richard Scarry is on Uncovered No More and I hope He’s okay with that.
PS My tail gets scaredy cat bushy like Hobbs every now and again no I’m not telling you about it at that very moment thank you you are not welcome, peeps America, you are NOT welcome.