Stand Up Guy

White out!

                

It’s so bright outside, when The Smee tries to lick his white (ass) fur, he gets blinded.

                

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How’s everyone doing out there tonight, eh?

                

Silence. Tumbleweeds.

                

But seriously folks. Take my Smee … please!

                

<< rimshot >>

                

[Portrait of a cat comedian drowning – ed.]

                

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Millennial Approaches

Mister Smitty can tell time!

                

The Smitty is so punctual about his foods that you can set your watch to his dinner time (3:00:00 SST) (Smitt-istical Supper Time). So, if you need to set your watch --

                

(Millennial  tween to Blogger: “What’s a ‘watch’?”)

                 

-- and you can’t check the bottom of your screen because you don’t have internet –

                 

(Mill ‘tween: “What’s ‘before internet’ mean?)

                 

-- and are thus not even reading this post, you can stop by The Misters’ palatial digs (go to Links > Maps > 

Why are you still following these faux breadcrumbs? )

                 

-- to experience the diurnal appearance of the punctual (but not punctilious) Mister Smee!