Updated 3/25 to add: Apparently, besides being the Charles Schulz of Bloggers, I'm also just like David Lynch. Or so says XUP. Which, not that I need to point it out, IS AWESOME. But it does remind me to mention that you should skip this post entirely. DO NOT BOTHER. It's one of those Porcupine-themed posts that goes on and on while saying pretty much nothing and hey –– what do you know?! That is just like every single other post I've ever written! Because –– in cases like this anyway –– when I "write" (HAHA!) about The Porcupine I never actually "write" about The Porcupine due to a little thing I like to call The Porcupine is very, very private or YOU DO NOT EVEN WANT TO KNOW IT IS SO BORING. Trust me.
Welcome back, Um Whaters! Remember how I wrote in my last post that this blog smells like a massive fart? (You: We don't need reminding WE'RE SMELLIN' IT RIGHT NOW.) Well, that got me to thinking about other things that totally stink around here (NO, NOT CHRIS but, you know, good one!), which caused me to accidentally* Photoshop the following pictures in the form of a short, graphic tale depicting how the last two weeks have stunk like a massive fart! OH, WHO AM I KIDDING? If only they smelled half that good.
*I swear I don't know how these things happen. But there's no way any of it's my fault. Obviously. And the fact that I would MARRY PHOTOSHOP if someone would let me has absolutely nothing to do with anything I'm talking about here.
Anyway. On with the pictures. Because yes you have to look at them, so STOP WHINING ABOUT IT. And don't worry –– the story has a happy ending (YOU: OMG. ZZZZ.):
(Unless this is the only installment I do.)
(Which is highly likely on account of most of the time I can't remember I even have a blog, let alone that I'm supposed to follow up on something for it.)
Curin' what ails me.
Havin' my back.
I honestly have no idea how this helps me at all.
I totally love these people. I hope all of you people have people like this.
But don't worry everyone! (You: WE'RE. NOT.) No matter what gets thrown at The Porcupine and me, we always manage to find our way through it. Because we go together. Like Mo and martinis. Like peanut butter and jelly. Like rama lama lama ke ding a de dinga dong. Oh yeah: And like hugging and bodily injury: