"Puppet wrangler? There weren't any puppets in this movie!" – Crow T. Robot
Caterina writes:
I lick you. Today on the CBC program Ideas a woman said that animals develop social relationships by licking each other, but each animal can only lick 150 other animals before it runs out of licks. She said that some people think that language is the way that humans lick each other. Which means that weblogs are a great new development in lick technology and I am a great, slobbering galoot.
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Rather than crowd this weblog with even more new photographs, I’ve decided to crowd them all together on a separate page. That’s just the sort of guy I am. Comments, as always, are appreciated. And again, if you’d like to see photographs I’ve taken of actual people, be sure to check out my exploits with the Penn State Monty Python Society.
Maggie writes, or quotes, or whatever:
Me: Oh my God. They have individual little snack-size packs of ranch dressing now. Americans are disgusting. Is it too exhausting to pour it out of the bottle so you can dip stuff in it?
Guy 1: No, no. The foil tops make it easier to stick a straw in.
Sure, you laugh, but there’s probably somebody out there right now doing just that. Tonight, in the local supermarket, I saw blue french fries. Anything’s possible.