oh darn it gentle readers, it seems that someone seems to have misplaced nigel. i wonder, is he hiding under the couch? did he sneak out the back door when opie, oops, someone wasnt paying him enough attention? (i wouldnt be surprised).   *in hushed tones* was he sacrificed to a dark god?

or was he the roadkill cafe’s dinner du jour?  *seg*

i’ll leave it up to you, gentle readers to make the connection, lmsao.  anyone who would attempt to make a “voodoo” doll, then piss on it and brag about it, deserves everything that happened to little nigel.  it couldnt have happened to a more deserving child lol.

fish heads, fish heads, rolly polly fish heads, fish heads fish heads, eat them up yum!  😉