I'm Makin' Like A Banana

Well, the unthinkable is about to happen -- I'm moving! While I know many of you have enjoyed following the nuttiness that goes on around here, I've reached my breaking point. That's right -- no more loud college students, no more weird satellite TV channels, and no more random crap on my porch. Thanks to my parents and my new, amazing landlord, I'm outta here in about two weeks. The dogs will keep on mooin', but the next time you hear from them it will be from a much cleaner, quieter place. Can't wait to brag about the new digs!

In the meantime, here's some pictures of Siku the polar bear. Just because.

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