My interests are broad and highbrow — sometimes I think about zombies and sometimes I think about bowel movements. I guess I’m not the only one. The reaction to the zombie card I posted on Easter caught me off guard.
Caught me off guard like a show poodle at the dog park. (See, I’m the poodle, and the big dirty dogs come out of nowhere and molest me).
And that brings me to bowel movements. I just realized that both of the cards Paper Source chose to carry are poop-related. How childish! How jejune!










That’s how I start every morning. A rousing cheer, followed by a shot of micro-nutrients and a cup of coffee. Rituals are so important.




YOU MUST REALLY BE SUFFERING!



(I was just as stoic as the woman in the above illustration while they performed my surgery. Eyes wide open, no tears.)
But I’ll do it for you, reader, because I’m a giver. A GIVER.


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(WARNING: The above image IS NOT AN ACTUAL BUTTON, MOM)

How could I have been so blind for so long?!
