Saturday, May 9, 2009

Why do you hate me?


Dear Pip of Pip's Ear, Master of the Inner Eight Ball,

This is a serious question. I live in your complex. You know who I am. Whenever I walk by your window, you jump up and down on your pillow-covered leather hassock and bark, bark, bark.

I am only little. What do you have against me?

I know I am cute, but I cannot help that?

Olaf
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The "Fat Man"

The "Fat Man"
We find him strangely intriguing but they won't let us at him. I think they just want to torment us. Life sucks. One of these days me and Bob are going to get him.

This is the sink we hid under last week.

This is the sink we hid under last week.
Me and old Bob came thisclose to being wiped out by a tornado headed STRAGHT to Lakeview! That was a close one!