Saturday, August 14


Howie the little girl and her pet old man head are sleeping under a bush in the backyard. It's the best place on a sunny day.

Arpit and Bloodbath are wrestling over some sort of magical amulet that makes magical breakfasts that, if eaten, cause the eater to grow really big and powerful and win all the contests for throwing heavy things.

Bermuda and Steve are spying on an old woman who is watching her soap operas. They think she is a spy. They hope that she is a spy. They have been stealing her mail for six months now, and take money from under her mattress when she isn't home. Sometimes when she is.

Me and Mr. Happy Puppet Head are swatting at fairies. They've moved into the rest of the house. We've become immune to their screams and wails. We just turn the TV louder.

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