This here bringer of the pooper to the fun party


He is so lucky that I am not an avid crafter because I’d have a room full of shit like this. Be glad, Chuck, that I was not your average Mormon. Googly eyes, fabric, pipe cleaners, glue guns, glitter… I’d sew him elaborate suits and capes and butterfly wings while singing church hymns. And then he’d poop right in the middle of a roll of butcher paper.

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