Grumpas High Priestess
Today's story and sketch "by me", Pat and I are guest judges for the Grumpas three day Halloween festival here in the sunny Mojave Valley, I started on a walk early this morning because today's temperature has already reached the one hundred forty degree range, but it is a dry heat for October. Tonight is the big night every one has been excited about, the best scary costumes, and the midnight pumpkin moon pie cooking competition, Pat and I will be judging both. As I am walking through the haunted pumpkin patch I just spotted two of what will surely be two of tonight's favorite costumes, above I recognize Rescue Randy the most interesting living tissue crash test dummy in the Galaxy wearing a Beaked Beast costume riding an experimental intergalactic dimension jumping plutonium broom, and in the lower right I recognize Reha Grumpases wife, Ritta in a sexy Grumpas High Priestess outfit talking to one of the Grumpas children who was practicing driving her dad's fifty Chevy pick up, she just parked, not actually parked but stopped when she hit the spirit tree. Until next time taa ta the Rod Blog
Grumpas High Priestess
Today's story and sketch "by me", Pat and I are guest judges for the Grumpas three day Halloween festival here in the sunny Mojave Valley, I started on a walk early this morning because today's temperature has already reached the one hundred forty degree range, but it is a dry heat for October. Tonight is the big night every one has been excited about, the best scary costumes, and the midnight pumpkin moon pie cooking competition, Pat and I will be judging both. As I am walking through the haunted pumpkin patch I just spotted two of what will surely be two of tonight's favorite costumes, above I recognize Rescue Randy the most interesting living tissue crash test dummy in the Galaxy wearing a Beaked Beast costume riding an experimental intergalactic dimension jumping plutonium broom, and in the lower right I recognize Reha Grumpases wife, Ritta in a sexy Grumpas High Priestess outfit talking to one of the Grumpas children who was practicing driving her dad's fifty Chevy pick up, she just parked, not actually parked but stopped when she hit the spirit tree. Until next time taa ta the Rod Blog