Little Spring of Horrors

Audrey II has that new spring bite.

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The One with a Twinkie Visa

For the longest time I thought extreme vetting was a veterinarian that specialized in sea monkeys.  Only sea monkeys. Kinda extreme. Get it?

Onward.

Some Day, Some Way, Some How

Why punish others when they can punish themselves?

Good work, Verne.

RJ Plays Penance

The pressure is building. Something’s got to give. Something brown and furry and sugar-sweetened.

Go, Verne, go!

Snack Cake Affecianado

He will serve no Twinkie before it’s time*

*An ancient slogan from a commercial by Orson Welles for Paul Masson wine. Sad that probably one of the greatest directors of the 20th century found himself schlepping crappy wine in his later years.

Gum Drops Happen

Saturday got away from me what with the Longhorns disaster and the big win from my Giants (BeliEVEN!). Apologies for the late post of Hammy pooping rainbows.

You’re welcome.

Snack Cake Genesis

I love T’s depiction of 1930’s dress as early 1970’s. Flannel shirt. Red bow tie. Sideburns. This guy could have been an extra on Beretta (look it up).