The first snow of winter in NYC. I feel reborn, as if woken from a great sleep. Like the Yeti emerging from his cave after a long summer's hibernation. Our furry friend, the Yeti, is back. Check boing boing for the details. Never mind the haters who claim he doesn't exist. Not true. He's out in the snow, mountain climbing, chilling with his buddhist monk buddies, and scaring the occasional sherpa. Drinking hot toddies. Check this blog for all the yeti love and then some.
Not Yeti.
ReplyDeleteIs that a pun?
ReplyDeleteWhat does it mean to you, P.J.S.?
ReplyDeleteOh boy. Don't you have to work or something, urban nudist?
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