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Proud Jackalope
Owner.
Owner.
I own a mounted jackalope. Should I produce offspring, it will be passed down through the George lineage until the world ends. Which I'm pretty sure will happen before my grandchild's turn. All good things must come to an end.
No Uvula.
No Problem.
No Problem.
I don't have a uvula. This means food sometimes goes up my nose via my mouth. One time an entire Swedish Fish came out my nose. Honest. Learn about uvulas. Cherish it. Treat it well. Be grateful for your uvula.
Don't Call
Me "Bob."
Me "Bob."
I go by all iterations of Robert with the exception of Bob. Bob George just doesn't do it for me. It sounds like a command: "Bob, George! Bob!" So don't do it.
Candy =
Hot Flashes.
Hot Flashes.
Eating candy — Skittles, Starbursts, various candy bars, etc. — gives me hot flashes. They make my head and face sweat. This is not a bit. This is my life.
Gleeker
Extraordinaire.
Extraordinaire.
A little-known side effect of candy-induced hot flashes is an apparently superhuman ability to gleek on command. Accuracy, distance, volume — all exceptional. I am basically a human spitting cobra.
Now that you know me, see what I make.
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