I saw some of his beautiful family pictures, some of his great accomplishments, performance…Now, since I had this thing happened to me before, and I was 95% certain of that something fire-related, and explosion, was going to happen and would have some sort of connection with him. I said to my mom, who stayed up for a while, “You know what I think it may be about? I just found out that he lives in California. He probably lives in that area where the while fires start every year, and his home may be one of those affected” “I hope nothing happens to him or his family.” From that day on, I kept googling his name once in a while.
There was a brainless clown who stripped naked and stood on a cafeteria table at Brandeis University. He held up a bottle of feces and explained that the food served in this cafeteria was excrement. He then started throwing the feces all over the cafeteria. I believe he was expelled from school, but I do not know whether or not his parents got any tuition money back. I wanted to, I really did. Hobbes was a cantankerous, grumpy furball until he learned to enjoy head scratches and tolerate being held. But he was my cantankerous, grumpy furball whom I loved petting and smothering giggles as he waggled his little bobtail like a ticked off bunny rabbit. There were a few problems with that though.