Didn't realize people ate the clothes. I've been wasting them.

Sunday Reminder that We Aren't All.

I appreciate that most photos of Turnip speaking have someone mentally imploding in frame.

Last golf outing of the year. Lots of pars, but lots of worse. This was the only birdie.

Simply false. I don't have a server.

The Clout fish chases its own clout, which emerges from its forehead and taunts it incessantly. Other fish may be drawn to the mouth of the Clout fish and be consumed, but this is a secondary concern. The Clout fish will not be satisfied until it can, you know.

My brain is doing all sorts of tonal variations on this "we'll miss you" and I have no idea which is closest to the truth.