
It’s a murder of crows, yo. The shirt is a pun.

It’s a murder of crows, yo. The shirt is a pun.

My brain is my own worst enemy, most days.

I later determined they were collecting these things to create a wreath. But still, it was damn weird to walk up to the door every day and see a growing pile of pinecones.

Brain has turned to butterscotch pudding. Please wait.

I mean, c’mon, even though they explicitly tell you not to on the box, the only thing anyone uses Q-Tips for is cleaning out their ears.

With my brother moving to Pennsylvania soon, we’re gettin’ the band back together! Cross-Eyed Yeti will once again strike like a folky bolt of lightning!

Look, feet are hard to draw, okay?

Got sick over the weekend. Yay.

Annabelle’s ominous laughter is hilarious and disturbing all at once.