Monday, March 30, 2009
About Me

- Name: Hobbes
- Location: Hobbesywood, Stuffed Animal Planet
I used to be married to an awful bear-woman. Now I am divorced. I read a lot and give money to the poor.
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4 Comments:
Oh, I've heard that song before! When I was in high school a teacher played it with a piece of chalk while writing on the board.
When I was a child I was injured and brain damaged, not only leaving me nearly blind, but tone deaf so that instrumental music makes no sense to me but sounds like noise. I can't dance, either, because my balance and coordination is screwed up. I bump into the wall trying to go through a doorway. That's why I have this stupid walk-into-the-wall humor.
That's incredible.
I always wanted to be a musician but I can't even play the kazoo worth a crap. People like this amaze (and at times infuriate) me.
I like stupid walk into the wall humor myself!
We like your humor, Tom. Where would we be without ASININE NEWS?
I have no coordination either, maybe because I was starved as an infant, or maybe because of bad genes--who knows? That's one reason my parents started me on violin, to treat the coordination problem.
Yes, CM. It's hard to know whether to be depressed or inspired.
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