So, this post is just an update on some of the peeps I mention a lot in my blog. Just so you know what's going on in their lives... and so I can mock them. :D
To begin with, my most ardent follower, Satchel.
Satchel, as you know, is married to Sheriff Woody, and they have three sons, Jose, Jimp, and Lex. As you also know (if you read my posts) Satchel and Woody are expecting another baby.
|A "Baby Boulder" is like a "Baby Bump" ... only... BIGGER ... but iz a cute kind of "BIGGER"|
Jamaal (the diminutive one... remember?) is about ready to marry Chief (who is, incidentally, Mr. Wilson's uncle).
|I'm fairly certain he'll actually wear a tux on the day of.|
|She's actually rather intimidating when she wants to be...|
Honestly, I would never have even considered watching Ponies if it weren't for the unending blah-blahing that Queenie is capable of.
I'm proud to say I've lived through a few episodes. o.O No one can ever accuse me of not being open anyway...
So that's where they stand right now.
Have you ever met a Mr. Weirdman???
(Smooth segue, eh?)
It's that one guy with an obnoxious mustache (or a mullet) and ball cap who rambles on and on about everything and nothing whilst making strange faces and leaving you no recourse but to nod and say "uhuh."
Mr. Weirdman either the life of the party or the bane of the...other party... :\
He's the guy that brings a gun to a tornado.
It was a stormy afternoon not too many months ago when we were on our porch watching the weather (as Kansans are wont to do) and our neighbor came over. He was wearing shorts, no shoes, a T-shirt, a ball cap and... a holster? He held a beer in one hand, and a revolver in the other.
|He was the mullet kind of Weirdman|
The End! :D
(Don't you hate it when writers bring the story to the first interesting instance and then... stop?)
Mr. Weirdmans are everywhere.
Watch out for them.
Now... go do some evil. -_-