Like Wilfred Brimley.
Colin has a pot ghost, it poops belly button lint (every hour on the hour) and demands burgers.
Dentures!
Dumb little cat that I still kinda like.
Colin pooted and it sounded like electricity to me; I'm always saying he's a robot so...
I have no idea... Sometimes my hand just draws something and I have to live with it.
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