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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.