i need at least 3 showers
so me and connor had a slight run in with solomon grundy tonight, which we subsequently crammed in a holding cell in the watchtower. etc, etc, anyway whilst interrogating this botanical behemoth, he totally fired one off. yessireebob. it had the overwhelming bouquet of a dead skunk that had just crawled out of the ass of another dead skunk and i swear to god you could almost see it. so grundy chuckles and says, "i'll bring it up again and we can vote on it." i informed him that that was very juvenile, to which he responded by mocking my tights.
also, as if relations weren't tense enough between me and bats, he announced today that he was growing a goatee. A GOATEE! i informed him that my goat was, in fact, the alpha and omega of facial accoutrements, and any feeble attempt at chin-topiary that he might offer would be laughed right out of the tower. he replied by "whatever"-ing me and then announced that he used the last of my mary kate and ashley body wash. fucker.