Dearie, my sister’s aggressive, unfriendly calico cat
Yap, an aptly named little dog of undetermined breed
Two unnamed parakeets given my sister by a boyfriend, who spent the days and nights chirping their empty little heads off
Sparky, the mean snappy Dalmatian of my old fire station. They buried him in front of the station house, and it was always a pleasure to walk over the plaque with his name.
Dearie, my sister’s aggressive, unfriendly calico cat
Yap, an aptly named little dog of undetermined breed
Two unnamed parakeets given my sister by a boyfriend, who spent the days and nights chirping their empty little heads off
Sparky, the mean snappy Dalmatian of my old fire station. They buried him in front of the station house, and it was always a pleasure to walk over the plaque with his name.
Winston, a basset hound. Detested may be too strong a word, but I hated having to walk him, and I never got used to wet dog smell. He was also really loud at 3 in the morning
Dearie, my sister’s aggressive, unfriendly calico cat
Yap, an aptly named little dog of undetermined breed
Two unnamed parakeets given my sister by a boyfriend, who spent the days and nights chirping their empty little heads off
Sparky, the mean snappy Dalmatian of my old fire station. They buried him in front of the station house, and it was always a pleasure to walk over the plaque with his name.
Winston, a basset hound. Detested may be too strong a word, but I hated having to walk him, and I never got used to wet dog smell. He was also really loud at 3 in the morning
The unknown dog which some people “set” on me as I was riding my bicycle past. (No, it didn’t bite me, but I was really scared.) And yes, to be fair, I should blame the owners, not the dog.
Dearie, my sister’s aggressive, unfriendly calico cat
Yap, an aptly named little dog of undetermined breed
Two unnamed parakeets given my sister by a boyfriend, who spent the days and nights chirping their empty little heads off
Sparky, the mean snappy Dalmatian of my old fire station. They buried him in front of the station house, and it was always a pleasure to walk over the plaque with his name.
Winston, a basset hound. Detested may be too strong a word, but I hated having to walk him, and I never got used to wet dog smell. He was also really loud at 3 in the morning
The unknown dog which some people “set” on me as I was riding my bicycle past. (No, it didn’t bite me, but I was really scared.) And yes, to be fair, I should blame the owners, not the dog.
The Rottweiler my idiot ex-roommate brought home after a homeless woman collapsed in the street and he was left behind after the ambulance took her away. This dog had some serious problems and we eventually took him to the Human Society.
Dearie, my sister’s aggressive, unfriendly calico cat
Yap, an aptly named little dog of undetermined breed
Two unnamed parakeets given my sister by a boyfriend, who spent the days and nights chirping their empty little heads off
Sparky, the mean snappy Dalmatian of my old fire station. They buried him in front of the station house, and it was always a pleasure to walk over the plaque with his name.
Winston, a basset hound. Detested may be too strong a word, but I hated having to walk him, and I never got used to wet dog smell. He was also really loud at 3 in the morning
The unknown dog which some people “set” on me as I was riding my bicycle past. (No, it didn’t bite me, but I was really scared.) And yes, to be fair, I should blame the owners, not the dog.
The Rottweiler my idiot ex-roommate brought home after a homeless woman collapsed in the street and he was left behind after the ambulance took her away. This dog had some serious problems and we eventually took him to the Human Society.
Sherlock, a cockatiel my ex-wife bought me. Mean little bugger who hissed at me and bit me when I tried to feed him or change his water.
Dearie, my sister’s aggressive, unfriendly calico cat
Yap, an aptly named little dog of undetermined breed
Two unnamed parakeets given my sister by a boyfriend, who spent the days and nights chirping their empty little heads off
Sparky, the mean snappy Dalmatian of my old fire station. They buried him in front of the station house, and it was always a pleasure to walk over the plaque with his name.
Winston, a basset hound. Detested may be too strong a word, but I hated having to walk him, and I never got used to wet dog smell. He was also really loud at 3 in the morning
The unknown dog which some people “set” on me as I was riding my bicycle past. (No, it didn’t bite me, but I was really scared.) And yes, to be fair, I should blame the owners, not the dog.
The Rottweiler my idiot ex-roommate brought home after a homeless woman collapsed in the street and he was left behind after the ambulance took her away. This dog had some serious problems and we eventually took him to the Human Society.
Sherlock, a cockatiel my ex-wife bought me. Mean little bugger who hissed at me and bit me when I tried to feed him or change his water.
Dynamite, the smaller of my grandmother’s two chihuahuas. A scrappy little turd that barked and snapped at me when I teased him. Looking back, I’m sure we boys turned him into the little monster he was around us.
Dearie, my sister’s aggressive, unfriendly calico cat
Yap, an aptly named little dog of undetermined breed
Two unnamed parakeets given my sister by a boyfriend, who spent the days and nights chirping their empty little heads off
Sparky, the mean snappy Dalmatian of my old fire station. They buried him in front of the station house, and it was always a pleasure to walk over the plaque with his name.
Winston, a basset hound. Detested may be too strong a word, but I hated having to walk him, and I never got used to wet dog smell. He was also really loud at 3 in the morning
The unknown dog which some people “set” on me as I was riding my bicycle past. (No, it didn’t bite me, but I was really scared.) And yes, to be fair, I should blame the owners, not the dog.
The Rottweiler my idiot ex-roommate brought home after a homeless woman collapsed in the street and he was left behind after the ambulance took her away. This dog had some serious problems and we eventually took him to the Humane Society.
Sherlock, a cockatiel my ex-wife bought me. Mean little bugger who hissed at me and bit me when I tried to feed him or change his water.
Dynamite, the smaller of my grandmother’s two chihuahuas. A scrappy little turd that barked and snapped at me when I teased him. Looking back, I’m sure we boys turned him into the little monster he was around us.
Noname, a bug-eyed, ugly little dog we never should have brought home.
Dearie, my sister’s aggressive, unfriendly calico cat
Yap, an aptly named little dog of undetermined breed
Two unnamed parakeets given my sister by a boyfriend, who spent the days and nights chirping their empty little heads off
Sparky, the mean snappy Dalmatian of my old fire station. They buried him in front of the station house, and it was always a pleasure to walk over the plaque with his name.
Winston, a basset hound. Detested may be too strong a word, but I hated having to walk him, and I never got used to wet dog smell. He was also really loud at 3 in the morning
The unknown dog which some people “set” on me as I was riding my bicycle past. (No, it didn’t bite me, but I was really scared.) And yes, to be fair, I should blame the owners, not the dog.
The Rottweiler my idiot ex-roommate brought home after a homeless woman collapsed in the street and he was left behind after the ambulance took her away. This dog had some serious problems and we eventually took him to the Humane Society.
Sherlock, a cockatiel my ex-wife bought me. Mean little bugger who hissed at me and bit me when I tried to feed him or change his water.
Dynamite, the smaller of my grandmother’s two chihuahuas. A scrappy little turd that barked and snapped at me when I teased him. Looking back, I’m sure we boys turned him into the little monster he was around us.
Noname, a bug-eyed, ugly little dog we never should have brought home.
Pepper, the world’s stupidest dog (and a Dalmatian!) that promptly chewed up every one of my models he could get his teeth into and burned himself in an active fireplace,twice.
Dearie, my sister’s aggressive, unfriendly calico cat
Yap, an aptly named little dog of undetermined breed
Two unnamed parakeets given my sister by a boyfriend, who spent the days and nights chirping their empty little heads off
Sparky, the mean snappy Dalmatian of my old fire station. They buried him in front of the station house, and it was always a pleasure to walk over the plaque with his name.
Winston, a basset hound. Detested may be too strong a word, but I hated having to walk him, and I never got used to wet dog smell. He was also really loud at 3 in the morning
The unknown dog which some people “set” on me as I was riding my bicycle past. (No, it didn’t bite me, but I was really scared.) And yes, to be fair, I should blame the owners, not the dog.
The Rottweiler my idiot ex-roommate brought home after a homeless woman collapsed in the street and he was left behind after the ambulance took her away. This dog had some serious problems and we eventually took him to the Humane Society.
Sherlock, a cockatiel my ex-wife bought me. Mean little bugger who hissed at me and bit me when I tried to feed him or change his water.
Dynamite, the smaller of my grandmother’s two chihuahuas. A scrappy little turd that barked and snapped at me when I teased him. Looking back, I’m sure we boys turned him into the little monster he was around us.
Noname, a bug-eyed, ugly little dog we never should have brought home.
Pepper, the world’s stupidest dog (and a Dalmatian!) that promptly chewed up every one of my models he could get his teeth into and burned himself in an active fireplace,twice.
Alyssah, a cat with the unfortunate habit of barfing in every room of the house
Dearie, my sister’s aggressive, unfriendly calico cat
Yap, an aptly named little dog of undetermined breed
Two unnamed parakeets given my sister by a boyfriend, who spent the days and nights chirping their empty little heads off
Sparky, the mean snappy Dalmatian of my old fire station. They buried him in front of the station house, and it was always a pleasure to walk over the plaque with his name.
Winston, a basset hound. Detested may be too strong a word, but I hated having to walk him, and I never got used to wet dog smell. He was also really loud at 3 in the morning
The unknown dog which some people “set” on me as I was riding my bicycle past. (No, it didn’t bite me, but I was really scared.) And yes, to be fair, I should blame the owners, not the dog.
The Rottweiler my idiot ex-roommate brought home after a homeless woman collapsed in the street and he was left behind after the ambulance took her away. This dog had some serious problems and we eventually took him to the Humane Society.
Sherlock, a cockatiel my ex-wife bought me. Mean little bugger who hissed at me and bit me when I tried to feed him or change his water.
Dynamite, the smaller of my grandmother’s two chihuahuas. A scrappy little turd that barked and snapped at me when I teased him. Looking back, I’m sure we boys turned him into the little monster he was around us.
Noname, a bug-eyed, ugly little dog we never should have brought home.
Pepper, the world’s stupidest dog (and a Dalmatian!) that promptly chewed up every one of my models he could get his teeth into and burned himself in an active fireplace,twice.
Alyssah, a cat with the unfortunate habit of barfing in every room of the house
Dixie, my sister’s autistic mean-spirited not-remotely-affectionate Belgian shepherd who NEVER SHUT THE FECK UP (may she rest in peace)
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Squid Man
When danger strikes he loses an eye, sprouts several extra limbs, and squirts ink.