Dream of Whipped Cream

…I just like whipped cream, man. And we are entering the perfect season for it. I’m talkin’ hot chocolate.  Pie.  Egg nog.  The seasonal frappucinos they have at Starbucks. A glorious time for whipped cream, indeed.


This is what happens when you run out of ideas and begin to wonder how these guys eat. Dot has a mouth – it’s just hidden in the dark behind her fang-mandible things. And I’m pretty sure that that’s not how gas masks work.  But then again, it’s Quincy.  Normal rules do not apply here.

Dueling Drumsticks

Come on, guys - at least at least wait until we're done eating.

I know what you’re thinking, and no, I will not be wearing a button-up tomorrow.  Nor will I be making the turkey.  But there will be brownies. Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!  Enjoy the food, the family, and be thankful and merry!