Inside Doug's Head

I am not a number, I am… What's that stuff they make glue out of? I'm that. Forever swirling, forwards and upwards, but always sticky. Sometimes, a little sad.

It’s a theory about people and their pets banging, but not strictly in an inter species way. That would be weird. It could also be about the noise pots and pans make when they rattle around in the backseat of your car under the feculent blanket concealing the dead hooker you “found” on the side of the road. It’s not a complete theory, but it is a necessary one if you have the misfortune of getting stopped by the local constabulary.


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