The Grease Pit, not the Peach Pit

Rhen appears committed to making our day–trying. The Triangle of Tranquility is way beyond our reach, so I’m just watching him play in his world famous ExerSaucer, waiting for the first wave of fussiness. I put him in camouflage to mark the occasion.

In other news today, local shithole instituition burns to the ground. I’m sure this place has put many Winonans in early graves. So bad the outside of the building smelled like a blocked artery. Known for its Friday night fish fry, goatherders county-wide came for its batter-fried Cod.

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