As a half-Cherokee, half indeterminable honky I have to do a joke like this every six months or I have to refile the paperwork. It's complicated.And another mangy, emaciated week nuzzles desperately at our ankles. Will we nurture it and let it grow to its full potential, only to reel in shock when we find a ruined hundred dollar bill in its poo-box? Will we pretend we didn't notice it and limp hurriedly away from the dollar store, and pick up a 30-pack of PBR on the way home and spend the next two days playing GTA IV in between passouts? My belligerent scrawl would be somewhere near the checkbox of column B if I didn't have so many god dang things to do.
In the morning there will be a new Wigu comic about all the different kinds of churches.
