Can’t argue with that logic.

In Bandon, where I was living recently, there were a gaggle of geese which lived in a small pond a couple houses down, and they’d walk around and make a royal green-poo mess of things.

I was living in the Pacific NW at the time, and I stand by that sentiment.

Granted, I know that they can only work with the info they have, and it’s impossible to tell what’s going to come off the coast or up over the coastal range, but it is still dang frustrating.

I have been known to stash cookies and other things when living with folks who seem to have a negative view on my massive intake of sugar. Mind you, I share this negative view, it’s just taking a life long to wean myself.

I love this concept. The impracticality absurdness of it. And the word “bucket.” I really like the word “bucket.”

This was inspired by a Mercury Comet two friends and I drove cross country, purches for $75 and with about $15 in the seats (as we learned when we ran out of money in Rapid City, SD)

I’m kinda’ disturbed by this strip. But it’s totally solid too.

I like that he’s looking under the couch cushion. Because, yeah.

i think Blake is being a tad bit uncharacteristically unromantic, but it was worth it for the gag.

Badness will always seem awesome. But in reality, it’s still bad.