I will need to crank out a whole pile of tiny books Friday night before my guest arrives. Then I can rest easy. Last two for now:
All Car Must Stop
Hey Assholes
All of these are up in the shop at Dr. Craftenstein. Apparently I can't stop making them, so eventually I will run out of slots for products. Then I will have to fill a box and stand on a street corner, perhaps jockeying with Salt Lake's five hobos for space under the overpass. Goodbye, Factory Job! :D
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