October 30, 2019 by sandwichcontrol
I think her name is Bedra.
I’d like to begin this morning by wishing a very Happy Birthday to Bubba Fett. Be sure to wish that dingdong one as well.
Also, Happy Candy Corn Day!
That guy wants to be your psychic friend so bad he’s trick-or-treating on your front steps right now.
Making candy corn stay in as teeth is way harder than it should be.
I even tried impaling them on my real teeth to no avail.
I mean, I succeeded in getting candy corn all imbedded in between my teeth. But the candy just kinda crumbled apart shortly after being impaled.
Maybe if you warmed them up slightly first…
As you can see, I didn’t do fuck all yesterday.
I never put real pants or shoes on either.
I tried napping, but things kept waking me up.
I read comics for a while.
I drank coffee.
I made some phone calls.
That was the extent of my productivity.
It was kinda awesome.
And kinda awful.
If the weather hadn’t been so fucking dreary, I would’ve worked in the jungle.
This rain is really going to fuck up my bonfire plans for Samhain, I’m afraid.
Fingers crossed I don’t have to make napalm out of diet coke, gasoline, and styrofoam.
I don’t really have much to do today either.
My trip up the hill is on Friday instead of today for various reasons, so I’m just gonna plutter around until the Rev. Dark Wombat gets home from work so we can watch stories.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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