I Am The Culprit


I’m crying,  I’m crying.  Seriously, my head still hurts from the grocery/walrus incident.  This is not a good day to have a hair appointment.  Somehow, I don’t think this was what John and Paul had in mind when they wrote the song.  And I do think that if I were the eggman, I would totally be screwed after Sunday’s smack upside the head.  Why do I even own this absurd object?  Goo goo g’joob.

Close-up of the hook that did the damage.


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