Shhhhhhh! Snuppy doesn't think he's imaginary!!!!

Who else would it be?

Duh!

(Zombie)

Really. Motherfucking. Cool.

I'm still there every once in a while :D

Howdy, DawnOwar! Yeah, I’d say the House of Blues here was about half capacity…not quite as packed as I’d have liked, but the crowd that did show up were very enthusiastic, and the band seemed genuinely thankful that everybody came out to see them. They really were the friendliest, chummiest, most humble and un-jaded band we’ve ever met (and we’ve met a lot of them). Lips was hugging everybody. :) It was truly a surreal and amazing evening. At the very least, I hope they do well enough that they can afford to keep on rockin’ and poundin’ and being Anvil full time.

What the fuck kind of morbid question is that?

Why, yes. Yes, I am.

Firstly, from Dr. Seuss's "Too Many Daves"

Did I ever tell you that Mrs. McCave
Had twenty-three sons and she named them all Dave?
Well, she did. And that wasn't a smart thing to do.
You see, when she wants one and calls out, "Yoo-Hoo!
Come into the house, Dave!" she doesn't get one.
All twenty-three Daves of hers come on the run!
This makes things quite difficult at the McCaves'
As you can imagine, with so many Daves.
And often she wishes that, when they were born,
She had named one of them Bodkin Van Horn
And one of them Hoos-Foos. And one of them Snimm.
And one of them Hot-Shot. And one Sunny Jim.
And one of them Shadrack. And one of them Blinkey.
And one of them Stuffy. And one of them Stinkey.
Another one Putt-Putt. Another one Moon Face.
Another one Marvin O'Gravel Balloon Face.
And one of them Ziggy. And one Soggy Muff.
One Buffalo Bill. And one Biffalo Buff.
And one of them Sneepy. And one Weepy Weed.
And one Paris Garters. And one Harris Tweed.
And one of them Sir Michael Carmichael Zutt
And one of them Oliver Boliver Butt
And one of them Zanzibar Buck-Buck McFate ...
But she didn't do it. And now it's too late.

Secondly, it describes to a tee my usual state of perpetual exhaustion, as defined by the "Urban Dictionary":

"Tired to the point of rubbing one's eyes and curling up into a ball in a cat-like fashion."

:D

Thinking up one thing I'm exceptionally bad at :p

Big Wheel