The World According to Tailor

Yesterday evening Hardingfele and Rockstar Tailor came over to help me clip the bunnies’ toenails, then we walked to Jerkns (not Jerkins) for dinner. I treated Hardingfele to thank her for her help, and Jerkns treated Tailor, since kids eat free there on Tuesdays. Over dinner, Tailor introduced us to new definitions for familiar words:

Primate: a person who lives in a bathroom. (See also Bonomo, Richard – at least according to his college roommates who dubbed their bathroom the Richard Bonomo Memorial Reading Room)

Female: a drink. This makes sense; perhaps we are just spelling it wrong. Feem Ale is a high-quality brew from the Irish hamlet of Feem. But you knew that, right?

Figure 1: A Feemish Blessing

(if this village really exists, don't tell them I was blogging about them!)

Rockstar Tailor just sent me the following email: AHHH! I JUST SAW AN ALIEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! However, she did not specify whether it was a space alien or an illegal immigrant, so I can’t tell you how alarmed we should be for her. My guess is she saw something online.

Figure 2: What Rockstar Tailor Possibly Saw

And this was something in an email A-Joz sent me. I don't know who created it, but I just had to post it.

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