Friday, March 03, 2006

Curse you, Snowmiser!

I've shaved my head. That means it should be Spring! Spring, I say! I'm like a groundhog, only shinier. Don't mess with me, frostypants.

Rob

4 comments:

bastard central said...

this is what happens when you set the ferrets to 100 percent poem. maybe you should have just set them to 50 percent and we wouldn't be in this mess

Jeri said...

Snowmiser guffaws at your curses like an ice-encrusted demon.

You cannot thwart him, because he's too much!

Rob S. said...

Too much?

Jeri said...

According to his cute little minions, at least. But I have a feeling he whips them if they don't sing.