posted on: Tuesday, August 9, 2011
And then I heard a muffled cry.
I searched high and low.
Under the bed,
In the basement,
By my bed.
In his closet.
You know all the places that he seems to get drawn to.
Then I thought maybe the noise was coming from the kitchen.
So as I opened up the lazy susan door this is what I found.
Really, do I need to say more?
Who wants Punk for a day? Any takers?