This is an old weathered print I found in the cellar… from 1883… that shows that a) Ta loved being naked even back then, and b) he’s the undead.

Allow me, then.

One day, I come home from a run, and my neighbor says to me, “one of your chickens escaped.”

So, I goes under the tree to get her, but instead, long story short, it’s not my chicken.  It’s a chicken– just not one of mine.  Now, the real odd thing about that is that [...]