It's behind me, isn't it?

Somebody shoots at Trump and somehow Tenacious D dies.

Who's that little man??

log farming got me down

I'm like Sideshow Bob, out here stepping on rakes. Going "myoyhoyhoy". The rakes are a metaphor for every attempt at socializing I try to do.

A big spider I found. Say hi!

What do you do when you're in a bad place and nobody in your life seems to care? Asking for a friend.

Piss.

Her name is Kiki and the only time she's ever nice is when she's got her favorite blanket. His name is Maurice and I'm convinced that he's part skunk.

I'm still going to swear though. Later, when I feel like it.