Ten Gallon, straw man edition
Letting your mogwai get wet is not wise, as we all know by now. But I did it, and now I have a nice collection of straw men.
When that happens, one must dry off that mogwai durn quick. So here goes the symbolic destruction of the straw man. May he run off to live on Easter Island with those big-head dudes!
And the truth remains that flying monkeys would be wicked cool.
If there were any. I bet.
But seriously–just seems time for a little levity before we return to the normally scheduled tete a tete.