Norman
I miss Norman.
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2 comments:
I do, too, Pegs. We all do.
But Norman has gone to that great Pigeon Lady in the sky, where he spends his days pooping on Satan's balcony.
"How I curse thee, Norman!" Satan cries. "How I curse thee!"
"Coo," Norman nonchalantly replies. Then, with wings freshly bathed in a tub full of happy cherubs, he turns up the Wagner on the celestial stereo.
Oh god, that's awesome.
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