Strange Times
60 Degrees on Dec 27? Why the heck not?
Note the piles of startled ice and snow converting to airborne water vapor in embarrassment.
Three days ago it was, literally, 1 degree Fahrenheit (-18C).
Cold enough that no amount of bundling could make a man feel cozy.
This morning I woke up and it was 60 degrees Fahrenheit (16C).
Warm enough for me to go outside clothed only in a toddler and a pair of sweatpants.
Whoever knew that signs of impending doom could be so amusing! Its as if Buddy Hacket had assumed the role of grim reaper in tonight’s production of “Death and Dismemberment in The Age of Enlightenment*”
* Not an actual play but, you know, it should be!
Just any toddler? Or do pre-schools in your area need to be on alert for the above pictured hirsute genteel man-about-town accessorizing his business casual? Is this particular toddler from the Handes Winter Collection (*Wait till we get our handes on you*)?
I’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for this…
Veach: Just any off-the-rack toddler you might get at a local Wal-Mart. As for stealing neighbor’s toddlers, that would be silly. I don’t steal their lawn-mowers, why would I steal their toddlers? They probably wouldn’t match my pecs anyway.
Maja: Yes, but now my basement is flooded from all the melt-water…
PUT A SHIRT ON PUT A SHIRT ON PUTASHIRTON
Davecat: Well, OK. I have done so. In fact, since taking this picture I’ve worn several shirts daily.
I’m a shirt changer by nature, I’ll make no bones about it!
Yes, but are you a hoverer?
A hovering shirt changer. Yes.
It was a trick my vaudevillian uncle taught me.
That fog and snow look absolutely stunning. As do you nipple hard-ons.
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