Wednesday, August 17, 2005
I live in a modest brownstone in one of the larger north American urban centres. My buddy, Walrus Man, has webbed toes.
The kitchen ceiling is a little low, but Mr. Fantastic likes it just fine!
We rent out the upstairs room.
The short, green fellow at the corner store doesn't give refunds.
An unobtrusive ninja warrior gaurds the door.
Mostly, I just like to sit on the stoop with my friends.