fair on a stick

Minion, Blondie, and Urchin, at some preposterously crowded event in which lumbering Midwesterners eat deep-fried candy bars and come home with sunburned necks. Thank Dog that I was given a pizzle to enjoy as Minion traipsed off to celebrate her butter-fed heritage.

Priddyboy & MC Luscious

Oh, Bostonian Minions, it's only been a day since you've been gone, and yet how I miss the almost criminal joy of Boy Minion passivity in the midst of spittle. And Greyskull, your power still bewitches. Come visit again soon, and I promise General Purpose Minion will attempt to allay the storms that necessitate cutting vegetables in the dark, and turning kabobs in the rain. You are nearly -- though not quite, let's be real here -- as good as pizzles.