Monday, October 4, 2010

My Own Ziggurat


That's right, Boggler, the Cold War is over. Yes!!! See for yourself. Thanks to the cooperation of Bigfoot, I have built my own ZIGGURAT.

And you know what - I SEE YOU WORMING YOUR WAY INTO THE PICTURE, trying to look like you are sleeping in his armpit - you know what? You'll never figure out its meaning. Not until you are blue in the face.

You know why? It has no meaning. That's right, NO MEANING, as in MEANINGLESS. It is the product of the random meanderings of the mind of a 3 year old puppy. That's me. Crazy, right. Yep, crazy. Crazy like a fox, or a Maltillon, BOGGLER.

BOGGLED, right? I thought so!!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!!!!!
Posted by at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

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!