I wrote a poem about you, Isto.
Dearest one,
Who’s head like Mr. Clean,
glistening upon a bald utopia,
of warmth and hilarity,
your mustache tingling into,
a delightful plethora of sound,
I love you.
how come no one gives credence to the snake? hasn’t he been right in the past about the hotdogs? hasn’t he proved his worth to us? or is he just a giant snake giving the world false hope?
In fact, this isn’t even reality. This is just some weird dream that Isto is having. Why won’t you wake up?
Nothing is as it seems. :) I love the sparse color, once again. Pork chops. Hilarious.
I wrote a poem about you, Isto.
Dearest one,
Who’s head like Mr. Clean,
glistening upon a bald utopia,
of warmth and hilarity,
your mustache tingling into,
a delightful plethora of sound,
I love you.
Also, I pretended you were bald.
Good question, NotHam. We can’t be the only ones who would like to know who this “head like Mr. Clean” guy is! Isto, can you enlighten us?
Neither I nor Mr. Clean have mustaches! And I’m very not bald. The opposite of bald, even.
…Balding?
Really? You seemed a little bald to me. :)
I’m fairly certain you look quite a bit like mr.clean if he had a mustache.
I can tell you with authority that he is not bald, doesn’t have a mustache and he’s not all that clean.
I was once unclean.
I was once a mustache
how come no one gives credence to the snake? hasn’t he been right in the past about the hotdogs? hasn’t he proved his worth to us? or is he just a giant snake giving the world false hope?
I think Isto is the snake