Fridays With Freddy: Tryptophan & Commercialism
Couple things. First of all – Tryptophan. It’s real
Couple things. First of all – Tryptophan. It’s real
Jan Dixon says…Freddy, now that you’re running a campaign
The woods are lovely, deep and dark
These are The Biped’s favorite shoes. He calls them “Thousand Milers,”
Much of what passes for music among H. Sapiens makes my head hurt.
This morning, here at the Biped’s hovel, a basket of treats arrived,
Jennifer Clements Hartinger writes, “Hi Mike, I was wondering how long you’ve had Freddy and how old he is? He reminds me of this dog.” Hello Jennifer The Biped is out and about, per usual, so allow me to reply to your question directly, as well as share some thoughts about that hot mess of boneless fur smeared across your davenport. I have no idea exactly how old I am. The early days are a blur. As best I can recall, I was kidnapped about 2 years ago from the orphanage, and relocated to my current address here in the Read More
Freddy – You’ve done it! You’ve hit the big time!
Due to lethargy, exhaustion, protracted malaise, and approaching ennui, Fridays With Freddy is temporarily postponed. Apologies. Freddy Mike’s Facebook Page
Seems The Biped’s a bit preoccupied here of late, what with the new season of Somebody’s Gotta Do It
With respect to fashion, The Biped doesn’t know his ass from a hot rock.
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The other day, I was exploring a new patch of forest when I ran into a black cat
Earlier today, along the route I sometimes wander with The Biped, a 30 foot lamp post fell over and crushed a car idling at a stop light.
I’m afraid there’s been a terrible misunderstanding.