Well, apparently the old guy has a son or relative of some sort. I would like to call this person Scary Mullet Man. Scary Mullet Man also likes to pace the length of the porch while smoking a pipe. Scary Mullet Man feeds the orange cats but he does not stop to play with them like the old guy does. Scary Mullet Man likes to attire himself in baggy white sweatpants, with no shirt, that leaves no place for his rather large gut to go than to spill over the waistband of his white sweatpants.

I am now convinced that Scary Mullet Man, Wallyworld, Dubya, the makers of creamy peanut butter, and the squirrels have formed an evil alliance and are planning to take over the world.

What evidence do I have? For starters, Scary Mullet Man has sent several orange cats across the street, to join the squirrels in surveillance. The reason? They suspect me on charges of beign a crunchy peanut butter loyalist and a Democrat. That, and they know that I walked out of Wallyworld last night without buying a thing. Such behavior is unnatural for the likes of Hickville.

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So, um, in other news, I had a mango for breakfast! Flute Girl gave me three mangoes for keeping her company until the Hickville interstate exit. How nice. :) The mango was excellent.

I just watched Tomb Raider: Cradle of Life. Who played the Scottish dude? Yummy.

That is all. Have a lovely day everyone. :)

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