Maybe it’s an illusion

Dragging ourselves through the mud

It’s sugar season, dogfood season, and man season

Hoagies and Grinders

I’m a vision professional

it’s not a tumor

drip drip drip

This is what we train for!

Nothing is beyond belief

Waiting on the snow and for the silly season of politicking to begin (or end)

There’s no shortage of stupid to go around

and we ate him

Water woes got me down

The kids are not alright

We’ve mastered plastic

Happy Thanksgiving

Pigs in a blanket?

Turns out, everyone gets killed by the FBI or the CIA

A single quince

Your body is a laboratory