Sunday, September 6, 2009

Woke up, got out of bed

Found a Wolfman cane beside my head...

Whoa, that 's not it. I mean, it's not possible, is it?

Went downstairs and had some liver. Wow, that tasted good, but when I came back, the thing was still there.

Was there more to that "dream" than meets the eye?

No way. This must be buried. Then it's NAP TIME..
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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!