Damn thing needs its own zip code.
Unless I get it cut once a month, I turn into Mr. Glass from “Unbreakable.”
Or maybe Beaker the muppet at disillusioned midlife.
Meep.
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This kite stuck in a tree on a rainy day might be the best metaphor for 2020 ever.
Unless … maybe if the tree was also on fire.
And I’m not going that far for a good photo. I’ve got enough problems.
Snickety-Snick.
Here’s an idea. Since none of us are getting haircuts, we should have a contest to see who can grow the coolest Wolverine hair.
Frankly I thought I’d be much farther along — I have a long reputation for having “big hair.” Seriously. It’s just always been thick.
I figured I’d let you guys off the hook and not suggest a six-pack abs contest. I’d win that one too easily.
A long-distance meating.
So I hit the supermarket last night because I NEEDED fresh meat. (I’m part velociraptor. 23andMe says so. I even wrote it in on the census.)
Let me tell you something — Roanokers are 100 percent diligent in maintaining the recommended six feet of distance. And on top of that, they’re STILL polite and good-natured. My neighbors are smart, classy people.
And I’m doing my best to blend in … I think they’ve mistaken me for one of their own.
Pandemic pro-tip:
If you’re lonely and you’re not sure when quarantine begins or ends, use some extra parts to make some robot friends.
Update: People should get started on this in the not-too-distant future.
Dammit, Robin.
Stay in The Batcave. Practice Social Bat-Distancing.
(Someone make a meme for this.)
When there WAS no toilet paper shortage, but a run on toilet paper creates a toilet paper shortage.
Ultron: “EVERYONE CREATES THE THING THEY DREAD.”
