Greetings from the Omnigraphic Blogopticon. On view are vile sticky things dragged from the attic, snarky commentary on the world at large, and all-encompassing ennui. All that and a weird rubbery smell. A horrible time will be had by all.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Mmmmm, Warm and Fuzzy

Grady-Pig says, "Remember that fuzzy little spotted thing with the giant feet?"

"Yeah, I ate him. I'd like a few more, please. With gravy this time."