Saturday, May 13, 2006
I awoke from a dream this morning and said, to no one in particular, "Talk to Gus the glitter pug." The dream had something to do with a not so nice gargoyle that lived in a closet on the front porch, and for whatever reason, at 5:30 this morning I was crawling around on the floor trying to get this picture:
Who dat snappin' back? |
It was important for the world to see the chevrons on Gus' behind. This way, the not so nice gargoyles of the world will not eat your tater tots.
Now, I believe, it is time for some super strength coffee.
