A Spy In The House of Black
This just in. The hard-working paparazzi have been able to produce a photo of Richard's playhouse. I'm not going to reveal the source at this point (not a case of journalistic integrity, I just didn't ask the source if they would allow me to put them in the spotlight - I've already sent them their Racoon Poop Points, though)
I'll just let the photo speak for itself .
Okay, now that you're done laughing, help me by copying this photo and photoshopping or "drawering" in your best facsimile of Richard hanging out in his clubhouse. Yes, the winner will receive the covetted Racoon Poop Points. (This could be fun - maybe even bigger than the whole "Star Wars Kid" phenomenon)
posted by Mark Leslie at 7:54 AM
2 Comments:
this is Travis at life as I know it and I think that people should not get in your business and bother you about it if they can't say anything good. Whatever you put on your blog should be left alone because it is your life and you can express yourself in any way that you want to. I am out, peace out
Like so many others, I lost my virginity in the Raccoon Poop Playhouse.
You can't burn it down. Think of all the memories.
I will chain myself to the Raccoon Poop Playhouse to save it if I must. (Using the same chains I used when I lost my virginity --They're hidden under Richard's back porch.)
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