I’ve been trying to find myself lately. I don’t mean that in any philosophical way because I don’t know what ‘philosophical’ means. I’ve been looking for my doppelganger – another identical me. Surely there must be another misunderstood genius with a morbid fear of the so-called music of Bon Jovi, who lives with Jill Y and all her wiseness, who has friends called Thirsty Dave, Scurvy Jane and Sugartastic Daddy John and who knows more about mocking birds than he does about mockingbirds. I know it’s a bit of a long shot but Bill Y is not a quitter and what gives me the strength to go on is the knowledge that, at least one other person has already found his doppelganger:
I think this is an adaptation by potatoes to keep from being cut up. Next they’ll be imitating cute little kittens.
Thanks for the warning Mike. It’ll take more than that to stop me cutting up kittens!
Mr. Potato Head! (Hey, somebody was going to say it eventually!)
That’s so weird. As someone who’s main gig is interpreting pictures, I totally didn’t get Mr. Potato Head out of that.
OMG! They are twins. I think for me to find a twin potato head, I would need one with all the roots growing out of it. That would best depict my hair!
I know, they’re identical in every way. I think Donna Cavanagh Potato heads, with trademark hair would be pretty cool!
Hehe! The first non-book item on the HumorOutcasts online store! 😉
Do it Donna, make a Potato Head of yourself!