Don’t you love it when you’re riding the subway and the smell you think is you turns out to be from a garbage monster? Phew… What relief right. That would be embarrassing.
So I’ve got limited Internet right now. I’ll fill this blog up once I get to a stable connection.
“By Carl Sagan’s maroon turtleneck” might be the best phrase ever.
I guess it shouldn’t surprise me that the Great White North doesn’t have stable internet everywhere. Who picks the only seat on the subway that is right next to Garbage Monster? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not racist to Garbage Monsters, but I feel like there had to be a few better seats on the train.
Extra Credits introduced me and I read your entire archive in one sitting. LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT
I think I had one of those lurking in my kitchen when I was still a single bloke
Gotta love how any two sets of eyes make sense in that monster…
Amazing work. Keep’em coming, I’ll keep reading’em 😛
EC is to blame for me being here… one more good thing they did 😛
I must judge you because you’re hideous!
OMG ITS THE GREAT MIGHTY POO!!!
Reference win.
I judge because I’m a blood elf paladin. What’s your excuse?