"Listen up, man, I'll tell you who I am..."
Skippy In The School, an edit, more from the vault, and journal stuff...
Skippy is at it again. No matter how innocent the statements made or questions asked, his replies (no matter how ridiculous; maybe due to their ridiculousness) can still be explosive and dangerous to friends, family, and the public at large.
Above we see further evidence of his callous disregard. It's a nice day at school, when out of nowhere, Skippy strikes. His diatribe knocks his schoolmate over onto his head, possibly paralyzing him. As if this wasn't enough, he practically scalped him in the process. Not satisfied with the pain he caused, Skippy also vandalized the water fountain. Perhaps he even weakened the entire structure of the school building.
He shows no remorse, he's too happy thinking about his upcoming tattoo. He must be stopped before he is seduced/brainwashed by a fanatic organization and transformed into the world's only reusable suicide bomber. It appears Skippy is total immune to the force of his verbal assaults, unless that is how he lost his eyebrows. Actually, I initially forgot to draw them and then didn't like how they looked when I added some in photoshop.
Garfiend
toys, like clowns, should be in color, so:
"I say it's time to teach Jenny a lesson, who's with me?"
My pets sometimes remind me of just how amazing the human body is. Take the apposable thumb...it allows me to easily pick up a ferret in one hand and a shoelace in the other. I can then easily proceed to loosely wrap the shoelace several times around the ferret's body and then put him down. Despite how easily I applied the shoelace, he then has basically one option...to run around and hop tediously and furiously until the shoelace happens to drop away. In fact, his best hope is that maybe another ferret will step on it and the shoelace will be pulled away as he thrashes. Perhaps I mispoke, there are several other easy ways to remove the shoelace without use of an apposable thumb...however he doesn't figure out those options because he is lacking another human advancement...the brain. His is just a mangled copy, much like his paw is just a mangled un-manicured copy of the human hand.
Our dog, Scrappy, thinks she is a big game hunter...despite the fact she weighs less than 30 lbs. In the past week she has chased geese and deer twice, either of which could kick her head right in. Two weeks ago she charged straight into the pond after some wood ducks, which in theory she could catch and kill...too bad for her they were at least ten feet into the air before she even hit the water. This was the same pond I just raked loads of leaves and scum out of on Tuesday. Bad, dirty, pain in the ass dog. I saw a few snakes, frogs, and many clumps of salamander eggs. They are similar to tadpole eggs, but contained in a firmer, whiter clump... most were baseball sized. Right now, the salamanders are still just bb sized black circles. There's got to be hundreds of them if not thousands. It would be cool if they wind up running around everywhere.
On Wednesday, I turned on FOX45 to see if Bones was on...imagine my surprise when I hear Hockey Monkey by The Zambonis! As the tv warmed up and a picture became visible, it was some guy stuck in traffic pulling at his pants. It was a new sitcom called "The Loop" whose creators must be hockey fans...at the end it showed a logo for the "Wounded Poodle" company and a hockey puck came flying in and knocked some teeth out of the dog. The show was funny, it seemed to rely on half naked hot chicks a little too much, although to be fair, they also showed some sagging old man boobs in the shower...next to a young built guy. They showed another episode last night. This time it wasn't as funny and there was only one woman in her underwear. Smeg.