Mascots. I’ve known a few of those.
Generally, they’re really good people who stink up the insides of big fluffy costumes for our enjoyment.
And they probably know how to enjoy a good, deep, cool, unencumbered breath of air.
Mascots. I’ve known a few of those.
Generally, they’re really good people who stink up the insides of big fluffy costumes for our enjoyment.
And they probably know how to enjoy a good, deep, cool, unencumbered breath of air.
Sorry for the late posting.
Got some caricature stuff and a book to work on… and I’m lazy and disorganized.
Yeah, that’s it.
I did my usual old workouts the last couple of days… and started feeling pretty good today. Really back to normal. Strong. Healthy.
In other words, exactly the way I felt the day I got all the blood clots two months ago.
And there’s a real sign of old age: worried that something’s wrong because it feels like nothing’s wrong.
You know how you get those phone calls and they say stuff like, “Hello, is this Mr. Car…uhvannus?” and you’re all “Well, heck, that was almost close. Whattaya selling?” and then they claim they’re not selling anything, but then they’re trying to tell you some cock’n’bull story about your credit card or alarm system or …
Y’know what? I might have something other than this cartoon on my mind. Point is, Poopoohead and Doodoohead aren’t that different and over the phone, you might mistake one for the other.
Mal doesn’t need them. His competitive spirit will shine out and … nah, you’re right. He needs them.
See, it always pays to be on time.
I wish I could manage it.
Hey, PlainDave! I noticed you said that you hope you made it on Teem Beer… Did you do an application? What name did you put on it?
I look forward to mounting chaos. I hope you do, too.
This Outdoorfest could take a while to chronicle, I think.
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