Shit you don’t know about me
There’s this girl, Heather, who I absolutely love. Even though she’s been known to wear cowboy hats and listen to country music.* She writes this blog, The Wishful Writer, which is 10 liters of Cola in a 1 liter cup. Enough with the background story. She challenged me to tell my readers seven things they didn’t know about me (which she did here). So, here goes.
1. Though you wouldn’t know by looking at me, I am over 13 feet tall. As you can imagine, being this tall would make it extremely difficult to walk through doors. Which is why I keep most of my height (6 feet or so) in an extra-dimensional pocket. This not only makes walking through doors easier, it keeps birds from roosting in my beard. Most birds, anyway.
10.19.08Uh, I was trying to clean some lint off my dick?
I can’t imagine what excuse you’d give for being found with your dick in a vacuum at a car-wash. Other than the obvious “just getting my dick sucked” that is. Either way, not a crime you want plastered all over the internet.
10.15.08Can I get a side of entrails with that?
You all know (or at least you should know) that I loves me some zombies. So, of course, I love this comic. If you enjoy it, do yourself a favor and check out Sean Bieri’s gallery over at Tor’s website.
Beware the Yellow Milk
A woman was arrested after chasing children, urinating on a porch and blocking traffic…all while wearing a cow suit. Sounds like Christmas at my Aunt Dora’s house..
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