Someone took a shit in the urinal in the men’s room at work. My coworker blames the deranged and I blame a four-year-old who’s never seen a urinal before.
Or the sky people.
Sherry’s mom has a chupacabra digging complex tunnels in her garden and yard killing her plants. It is building a city and preparing the way for our new alien masters, the sky people.
It may also be voles.
Either way, we’re going to leave a bunch of open tuna cans to attract a population of cat people. [...]
Dear Internet,
These are crazy times.
Last July some friends came to visit us for the weekend at Sherry’s parents’ sweetcorn/tax-evasion/polygamy compound in the sparsely populated flatlands outside of town. There were pink drinks and brown drinks and salty snacks and computer generated tennis matches all over the place. Tudor took a picture of me at the [...]