BonkerZ and I went over to the jail for my weekly visit with Willard. He says he does not like visitors normally, but he does not mind me as I listen to his rather longwinded tales and bring him treats such as this fine plate of cheese. BonkerZ asked if he was the garnish and we both looked at her...As she sat on Sheriff Fuzz's Nun Gun, I had to explain Steelhead SWAT to her: "Well, essentially, the humans like to dress up as the religious women and tote firearms from time to time. Keeping the peace with a piece, shall we say?" "Well, that makes no sense," she said.
I shrugged. When do humans ever make sense?