The Spotted Hebacious Bisy Backson 2

Hey Folks,

Sorry for the lack of fresh content. The Col. has been busy pretending to be an adult.

Tough stretch for someone with an emotional development age (EDA) of about twelve.

Case in point...The Blond talked me into running over to the next town for a good breakfast of whole-wheat pancakes.

They were really tasty, especially with the pail of syrup I poured on top.

Once they were gone, I absently picked up the plate and started to lick off all the extra syrup.

"Uh...Dear..." said the Blond, "...We're not at home, you know..."



Looking over the rim of the plate, I saw several patrons staring back in horror as if I had been snacking on a small baggie of mouse parts.


I just can't get the hang of this "grown-up" thing.