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.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Cat Logic


Grady says if you can't eat it or sleep on top of it, it doesn't exist.

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