The Big Ouch
or: I've Fallen and Can't Get Up
Nuthin' new this week, Uncle Smitty's broken. I've pulled something in my back and find myself reduced to a pitiful shell of my former self. I'd like to regale you with manly tales of injury due to combat, pullin' a stump or droppin' a tranny but, near as I can figure, I got into a fight with my comforter while sleeping... and I lost... to a bag of feathers...
So, I've compiled a number of doodles of lovely ladies, little kids and gap toothed geezers laughing and dancing at my pathetic misfortune. Feel free to join in.
Happy Trails,
Smitty