Paste would be better at the insults, but his professionalism won’t allow for such low behavior now.
But he’s gonna need to get another flunky for insults. Bob doesn’t reeeaaaaally know how they work.
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That’s the nice thing about naming things about bad dreams… plenty of reference material to pull from. Name an author who hasn’t made some poetic reference to nightmares and dreamscapes.
Wild caught cod, pan fried in a small amount of olive oil with thyme and lemon pepper. Mateo’s salsa. Corn tortillas warmed to preference.
That’s all ya need. Fish tacos. Mmmmm. Breakfast of champions.
It’s been a loooong weekend. 25th wedding anniversary, oldest son home from college for fall break, sister-in-law back in town for a while, and the biggest job with the tightest deadlines I’ve had in years to be wrangled. Oooooh, you’re so lucky to have this Hubris cartoon, you are.
Look’a my left eye twitch…
There’s a lot of folks that wanna be in the Outdoorfest so far. I’ve got a neat stack of your names (Those ARE your names?) and faces…
