Yesterday, Gman got whacked in the head by a doorknob resulting in a pretty good sized goose-egg. After huge doses of snuggling, "boo-boo stick" and kisses:
Craig (holding up two fingers): "How many fingers?"
Craig (still holding up two fingers): How many fingers?
Gman (screams): TEN!
Craig (growing quite concerned): But how many am I holding up?
Gman (sheepish): two
It’s us, but in dead animal form. But not really dead because they weren’t ever alive. Undead? No. That makes them sound like vampires. So not that. Fuck. I don’t know the word. Hey, how long can a title be? Because this seems excessive. Someone should stop me. Jesus. This is as bad as 280-character twitter.
9 hours ago