Drunken Pumpkin

If your parents never had children, chances are… neither will you.

One post of a quote. How on earth am I supposed to work with that?

I think I may know what Jeff was up to yesterday. It looks like that pesky work thing got in the way. Either that or the voices in his own head were belting out some particularly boisterous songs. Probably a lot of those drinking songs that he’s always going on about. I’m willing to bet that whatever songs are in Jeff’s heart have a “prithy” or “nonny nonny” in them somewhere. Yep, Jeff is one of those people.

Me, on the other hand, I just commisioned some promising content for the site. Nothing like the stuff you’d find on the Cerebus Art page, but entertaining on the absurdist level, nonetheless. By the way that’s a shameless plug for one of my favorite comics. I have tattoos of that little aardvark. And on Monday I’m getting another. Not that any of you care about that kind of thing. After all, you’re here to find out about Jeff, but it looks like he was busy playing with numbers or something similar.

Tune in tomorrow when we have more content or I have to resort to more name calling and posting my own internet musings. And nobody wants that.