7-11 feet

i'd call this a pretty good day, wouldn't you?

happy birthday, mom

this is one of my favorite

pictures of my mom

because when

i was

little i used to look

at it and wonder how in the

world my boobs and hips

and thighs were ever

going to

do

all

t

h

a

t.

cats and scanners

husbands and cats

in bed,

the evil-kitty dust has finally settled.

fezzik has turned on the radio,

knocked 2 books
and one framed photo

off the nightstand,

decided everything in the bathroom should be flushed ,kicked the virgin mary under the sofa,

had a ferocious fight with the lemons on the dining room table,

and she’s all curled up on his lap,

hum di dum dum,

grooming grooming grooming.

he is staring at her so loudly that i can hear it.

i say,

what are you doing?

and he says,
i’m trying to set her on fire with my eyes.

fruit of the loom doom

i guess i was prolly leaning a little too close to the stove.

so.

yeah.

my shirt caught on fire.

so the way i figure it, we should just take this show on the fucking road, baby.

so you can just blow on me and

i’ll tump over and tear a ligament somewhere.
thank you very much.