Usually, time spent with him was around this time, deep philosophical questions and answers to universal problems. We would talk about multiple universes, fourth dimensional worlds, and chick talks. I only have hen-rietta looking at me as if I’m crazy.




This is probably the saddest post I have ever done here on BYC. I had to go to town this morning, and upon my return home I found Sir Jaffar lying in the run passed away. One of his spurs was hooked up to the chain link, as if fighting off a threat to his ladies. So, he’s gone and I am devastated.
