
Layers upon layers of flurf to survive the tundra.

Layers upon layers of flurf to survive the tundra.

One eye is always awake.

Each mouth tastes a different flavour. The bottom one is for umami.

I don’t know. Sometimes these things just happen.

This is why you don’t pour paint done the storm drain.

It can see into your soul.
Your soul is made of a butt.