"We are…The Colicky Guild…
The Toddlers Who Will Be Kings.
< claps hands > “Wipers!” </claps hands >
Henry?
Eleanore?
I have a confession.
Yes?
I don’t much like our children.
The Four Gobblin’ Kings
The first Trump/Oompa-Loompa hybrids were paler than expected.
A four-way tie was declared when Donald Trump judged the 2025 Beautiful Baby Contest.
I hereby break my “no politics” policy. You’re next @needscoffee .
Thanks! Just a minute…
This is what happens when you call on a guy named “needscoffee.”
I give up - I can’t find the link to the photo instead of the album anymore…
“I’d walk a light year for a camel”
“Where are your manners, Geoffrey? Offer our visitor a chair. And go and change out of your pyjamas!”
It’s time we talked about the elephant in the room.
It was only a matter of time before the intergalactic carhop, J. R. Bob Dobbs and the Specter of Afrofuturism formed a thruple.
A moment later, the alien was eaten.
“These are Venezuelan cigars. I wanted Cuban! Just for that, I’m going to make your legs rotate 90 degrees on the z axis!”
Bob and June are mildly concerned about what effect little Bobby’s five carton a day menthol habit might be having on his health.