Somewhere along the way I stopped keeping track. Apparently I hit a hundred of these things a few weeks back. You know what that means? It means I better come up with another Halloween costume pretty quick.
I wonder how much it would costs to get giant sized plastic organs and large sheets of clear vaccuformed plastic in the shape of a short person?
edit 3/21/2016 – I have no fucking idea what I’m talking about, or where I was going with that.
Narrator: Alone at last, the craftsman gets back to work… oh come on! Not him too!
Narrator: Where is everybody?
Paddy: There was an emergency. Something about a banana, walnuts, and three D batteries
Paddy: I’m supposed to fill in
Narrator: can you even lift the chisels?
Paddy: Yes?… no