Dude, I don’t know if I can join your band or not; I’m just not sure I have the right aesthetic.
The way is shut. It is guarded by those who are fuzzy, and the fuzzy keep it.
The way is shut.
Don’t give me that look. What could I possibly have been interrupting that was so important? Were you alphabetizing your files? Revising a keynote speech? Prepping for surgery? What? Oh, nevermind.
Thanks to the wonder of the internet, this still image can now have the appropriate soundtrack, which should be played in another tab or window for the duration of its viewing.
Reminder that there exist in this world certain individuals who only let us lock them up 100% out of politeness as opposed to a single remote shred of belief that we could ever actually restrain them in any way, shape, or form.
Before you start a bar brawl, look around and make sure there’s at least one person in the room guaranteed to have your back when shit really kicks off.
May it please you to know that the good Knight-Commander, on a tour of his holdings in that part of the city known to many as Laurel Heights, did pause to make his fairest assay of the available sunlight in the area and, after proper consideration, pronounce it most satisfactory indeed.
Search the harness and you’ll find a business card that says:
FREELANCE ROBBERY CONSULTANT
"All crime, all the time"
Break In * Take Stuff * Get Paid
But the contact information will be too smeared to read, and you’ll wonder forever after if it was just a prop for the first part of some elaborate scam.
And then there’s that one dog whose entire internal monologue consists of four words:
"Hey buddy, whatcha doin’?"