Holy Tornado

To see the soul of your comrade listen carefully to his music.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

He's Baaaack!

The alien returned last night but didn't stay long. He ate several mouthfuls of my Louisanna Red Hot Special and left so fast he knocked over a chair, and a few other things that were in his way.
I didn't go down to check yet, but I suspect the pond has been drained.

So if you see a raccoon with his eyes popped out and the fur on his hiney all singed black, you will know where he had supper.