Takes a Palm of Balm, So Sore, So Messed

This first one's actually a self portrait, as I have undergone similarly vast weirdness in my physical appearance since conceiving this little doo-doos. Y'know, chemical reactions? When lip balm goes wonk wonk wonk.



NEVER use this type of lip balm when you're exactly like me and doing everything just like I did. When that happens, just don't. Meanwhile, I don't remember the brand, so we can't label our new calf. Might lose 'em to the Kutterfields. You know how good their mammy cows are fer sucklin.' Dang, we make some tasty meat slabs. Walkin' blood blenders.