The Sleepy Water Bottle of Jessie Pringle.
knife: my job is to cut spoon: my job is to scoop potato masher: my job is to prevent you from opening the drawer
Reader: it was indeed mashed potato from dinner that he'd dropped on his jeans, not noticed, and accidentally smooshed in. Be still my beating heart.
Nothing but respect for whatever neighbor had to have broken out a ladder to add the googly eyes to this tree, which went from being a little sad and creepy to having impeccable muppet vibes.
If you don’t already know the Story of The Lizard in That Dude’s Leg, I suggest you read it 🦎
this Egyptian carving of a small hippo suggests that all cultures need to worship a little Moo Deng when times get tough (Egypt /Thebes 2040-1782 BC)
MrJaf: *waggles crotch" Me: what's that on your groin? MJ: it's definitely not mashed potato. Definitely. Me: Man. Of. My. Dreams.
Weird guy, stopping at the junction and refusing to drive in until I crossed, despite me directing him to drive on. Mate, just go, that was so awkward!