This winter, be sure to check on your local attic poet. They have been known to freeze to death under cold weather conditions.
If you find a frozen attic poet, please drop them into the nearest cafe, where they can defrost, and sponge some free wifi.
Actually, most of us are women. Didn’t you notice my hour-glass figure?!
Im on ur road
delayin ur bus
You lose most of your heat through your head, right? …so if you wear enough hats, you should be able to run around in the snow with just shorts and a tshirt, right?
Wrong, Johnny, wrong!
Melty never asked for this short, pitiful existence. Now he slumps, just a few days old, but nonetheless about to succumb to a slow painful death.
It needn’t be like this. Call 1800 SNOWBALL now, and donate just one packet of frozen peas a month to save Melty, and hundreds of snowpeople like him.
The snow was very uncomfortable, but it was worth it to see Martha’s face when she turned around and noticed her husband of forty five years sporting a fine head of “hair” again.
The polar bear is not very impressed with the novelty knitwear you got him this year for Christmas, but feels obliged to wear it at least once, out of good manners.
Janis is one of a long line of snowball traders. It’s very difficult to make a living in the snowball trade these days; snowfalls are infrequent, and many people are too cheap to purchase a finely crafted snow projectile, preferring to make their own crude versions instead.
My new year’s resolution is to do one quick character a day and post them here. Practice makes perfect and all that.
It is winter but there is no snow outside, so I made my own.