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Thanks for the fav on Inktober 20: Breakable - By the power of Grayskull

I had the power of Grayskull once. It was nice. And really useful for opening tough jar lids or that time I had to help a friend move house. It also came in handy when a raging horde of interdimensional hell fiends decided to invade my apartment bathroom. I still have no idea what they were after, although I suspect my toilet sit cover was the likely target (it’s enviably soft and fluffy). Glen, from marketing, can’t keep his hungry eyes off it whenever I host the weekly game of corporate mandated snakes and ladders. Team building exercises are the worst, am I right? Anyway, if I had to put money on who sent those infernal imps, I’m going with Glen. Ralph, over in accounts, is giving me good odds so fingers crossed that I win the pool. As for the power of Grayskull, well, I kind of lost it to unsavoury individual in a game of high stakes, backroom SNAP! But I’m sure he’ll put it to good use.

#MyMoneysOnGlen   

Thanks for the fav on Inktober 18: Bottle - Clearing Out the Inbox

You sure do get a lot of weird things in the mail these days. Take last week for example. On Monday, I get a knock on the door, and a man hands me a leash attached to an extremely annoyed pair of partially reanimated wax mammoths. Wednesday, I check the box and there is a free range ant farm waiting for a signature. Then a few days go by, and on Saturday, despite the fact that the mail doesn’t run on the weekend, I open the door and there was a courier. He wasn’t delivering anything, apparently he was the package. Someone had actually sent me a courier, in the mail. The whole ordeal kind of makes me nostalgic for the days of off brand grocery catalogues and political pamphlets. At least that kind of junk mail was easy to get rid of. So…do you know anyone who might want a second hand, full inoculated, trained and experienced mail courier? He really needs to go to a good home. Serious offers only.

#MysteryMailMonth 

Thanks for the fav on Inktober 15 - Weak a.k.a Beware the wild tube man

Not a great deal is known about the wilderness people of the inflatable tube. Many have ventured into the dark reaches of the urban sprawl, trying to document their carefree behaviour and unusual population patterns, but to this day, they remain one of nature’s greatest mysteries. Despite millions of Guarani spent in market research, many questions still remain. Where do these tube people come from? Why are they so energetically happy? What is it about car dealerships that seems to attract them? Do they ever wax poetic on their role in the cosmic samba that is life on this planet? Have they ever practiced ritualistic cannibalism? Join us next week as we attempt to answer some of these burning questions when we finally put a tube person through some “advanced interrogation”. Be sure to tune in.

#TruthAtAnyCost