Dog days.
What the hell. I thought I put that sucker out to the curb. Is that the same one, or another, identical one? Hey… same to you, Lincoln! Jeezus. Why are you so bad tempered?
Man, I’ll tell you - tempers run short here at the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill in the middle of July. All this [...]
Fully confused.
Bad temper creates a penumbra of mystery around the umbra of famousness. That’s the stuff we need, for sure.
Under the gun.
I haven’t seen the man-sized tuber in a couple of days, come to think of it - perhaps he was mistaken for a great bull zucchini.
Down town.
Anything down there belongs to US. That’s right… a pie-slice shaped vector of earth stretching from the perimeter of the hammer mill down to the core of this planet. Own it!