I tell ya what, I lick my own butt, and even I wouldn't lick whatever it was the People had for dinner tonight. Supposedly it was little balls of meat, but I think they had been stored in someone's guym socks for a month or two. The People actually ATE them, and LIKED it. Which tells you something about People...

And today I tried to help the Woman out--that drawing she let someone put on her arm just won't wash off, so I figured a little Max-sandpaper-tongue might help it along. It still won't come off! I did my part, I tried. It didn't taste very good, either.

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