Shooby Dooby

Mox says young Mikey looks like the product of a liberal abortion. I guess that makes him a "pinky," to use Fat Teresa's term.

I managed to jam Mikey in the plastic hamper and put him in the spare fridge. I was forced to stab him in the ass to let the air out so he would sink into the brine.

Where is PETA when you need them?

I'm not happy that Cabrera's left Mikey's asshole in place. What do I need that for? How lonely do they think I am? I guess I'll slice it out tomorrow and throw it in the canal behind ManCamp. Maybe the Official ManCamp Iguana will find it and get busy with it.

As you can probably tell, I did in fact drink the peach lambic I was talking about earlier.

What's left on my agenda for today? I guess I better make some coconut flan. And I need to make preparations to take beer with me tomorrow. I think I have about 2 1/2 gallons of wheat beer I need to get rid of. I may take the whole Cornelius keg and the CO2 tank. If you're going to get weird, might as well pull out all the stops.

Okay, time to get back to watching that stupid-ass Zorro movie with Anthony Hopkins. God bless you all. Enjoy your inferior food tomorrow.