The Stench of Accusation

Two stories of brazen idiocy.

First let me just get this out of the way before anyone chimes in.

I’ll own up to the fact that sometimes I can be a giant idiot.

I blame it in part to my Sagittarrian nature and also my stupid knee jerk (stress the jerk.) tendencies.

Thankfully I have a wife who gets mostly amused by my foolishness.

Today’s comic is a prime example of that.

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Yes, that really happened.

Like I said, I’m an idiot. An idiot who doesn’t recognize that, no matter how comfortable it may fit and how it took forever to get the bill shaped to the proper curve, a hat imbedded with this much sweat and grime poses a major biohazard and requires immediate disposal.

This kind of figures, since I also refuse to give up a collection of Concert T-shirts that are so old they’ve been reduced to a handful of rags. Rags with a lot of fun memories attached to them.

But yeh, I should learn to “let go and let god.” as they say.

Although it seems so much easier to blame my own failures on mysterious external factors, such as my wife’s cleaning skills.

Such is the way of the idiot.

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Speaking of idiocy here’s another hilarious tale of supreme studpidity on my part…