Our yard has become the gathering place for the local youths to paint, chase the dog, and play the canjo. Sure we put up a fence, but the door is open. Just not for the dog. She has to stay in the yard.Here's some more of their latest works:
Inky Disasters
Our yard has become the gathering place for the local youths to paint, chase the dog, and play the canjo. Sure we put up a fence, but the door is open. Just not for the dog. She has to stay in the yard.
I for one am strongly against the commercialization of Halloween. It's just wrong that such a holiday is now a marketing opportunity to hawk one's wares. I blame the evil corporations for sucking the life out of Halloween, and life itself.
This is the first of what I expect to be a very popular series, FAILED WRESTLERS. Here is Cap'n Combover. He was fit and skilled enough, but fans couldn't get over his poorly thought out hair structure.
Ah, the nuthatch. I finally saw one in our new yard this morning. Our new, expensive yard. I heard their distinctive call first, of course. They sound like some kind of a dog-squeeky toy.
I'm a big fan of alliteration. And puns. But this isn't a pun, so let's focus on alliteration for a moment, people.









