Stack, stack, stack

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We’re balancing rocks.

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  1. Kate,

    Those rocks changed… Something sinister is going on here!

  2. ratchetcat,

    It must be this accursed left hand of mine! Forever re-drawing things while I sleep.

  3. Kate,

    For heavens sake man! You should get that checked out! God forbid you leave a carton of crayons within reach of your freshly painted walls!

  4. ratchetcat,

    Let’s just say that — in the distant past — mistakes were made.

    Now — per unpublicized additions to Federal law — I may not sleep within 1 mile of a box of crayons or can of play-doh or within three feet of a door opening inward.

  5. Sam,

    That’s some.. uh, epic jail time you got there.

  6. ratchetcat,

    Indeed. However, if sleeping three feet from inward opening doors is the price I must pay to secure our nation’s priceless supply of unmodified pencil sketches — and any large mining machinery in the vicinity — I am happy to bear it.

  7. Kate,

    :D You know… you could always step to the other side of the door. (I think.)

  8. What if the door opens both ways?

  9. ratchetcat,

    I’ll go insane from lack of sleep, of course.

    (Nice gravatar, by the way!)

  10. Oh thanks. That’s a picture of the cutest, meanest cat who ever lived.