I can live with the shame. But not licking myself for two weeks is a lot to ask. Freddy Mike’s Facebook Page
I made a new friend tonight.
An artistic biped called Teresa appears to have captured my countenance
According to the paperwork
any truth to the old claim
It’s Friday! Where’s Freddy?
I was genuinely delighted this morning to stumble across an unexpected rendering
It’s Friday, and we haven’t heard from you
Debe Edens writes… “Mike I was reading you Mom’s FB post from earlier today and she mentioned that The Presbyterians are praying for Freddy. How’s the little guy doing? She’s got me worried!” Hello Debe – Freddy here. The Biped is winging his way to Omaha, wherever the hell that is, so allow me to address your concerns. Regarding his mother’s announcement of my impending doom, I’m pleased to say the reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated. Yes, it’s true that I’ve been under the weather here of late, and somewhat baffled by the cause. The cause of Read More
Dear Mike: I just finished your book.
According to the Biped, there’s a holiday this month
Another Friday, and no Freddy.
It’s Friday, and still no Freddy.
Or is it thirty-five?