Plus I suppose they do have to travel to another dimension to escape the greasy Cheetos dust on their fingers.....
See, that's the bitch of it.
The maudlin waif primitive was one of the very few--about as scarce as 1804 silver dollars--primitives who
actually worked for a living, and honored his commitment to his two young sons despite divorcing their mother.
You got to admit that's a pretty rare primitive.
The maudlin waif primitive lives somewhere up over by Sherlock Judy the grasswire primitive, and our own delilahmused, way over there in northern Oregon.
He works on the receiving dock of a Target discount store, and lives frugally.
If Sherlock Judy had carried out her plans to open up that pie-and-jam shoppe, she was going to charge the maudlin waif primitive five bucks for a slice of pie, so she could give away free pie to the likes of the already-affluent
Die alte Sau and Pamela, charging the poor more so the rich could dine free.
And they'd probably get bigger slices than him, too.
