Holy Day: Got your cyanide capsule ready?

Realizing they would not make it back to Earth in time, Thorsten and Nik Nik infiltrated a desert planet death cult just to gain access to the pinnacles necessary to broadcast their birthday wishes to you, Brother Cucumber.

Yeah well…

Yeah well, today is my brother and closest friend's birthday.

Upon reflection I realize I have never thought of him as my "baby" brother. He's just my brother. He always has been as far as I can remember. He was always there. And when he wasn't I have no idea where I was.

We share food. We share ideas. We share needles, of course. We share BLOOD. And so much more.

I love you bro.

Playing house, or what we’ve been doing

This is what Brother Cucumber and I have been doing with Summer.

Playing house.

Now, the Bird has a Home Office.

And our guests have a bedroom.

A Guest Bedroom.

Of sorts.

Alligator milk

It appears that Thursday City has finally infiltrated the popular imagination and our alligator milk industry has been vindicated. Alligator milk farming is a big business in Thursday City. But it has long been ignored in the American media, apparently due to negative perceptions amongst the populace. Because of this ignorance alligator milk continues to mainly profit as an export, going to foreign countries like Vermont and Papua New Guinea.

Brother Cucumber, as everyone knows, is an alligator milk farmer outside of town, and today he found this image from an editorial cartoonist named Dick Locher. Compare it to the image of Brother Cucumber below from “the Magic Number,” which was published in 2007.

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Dick Locher Chicago Tribune Nov 14, 2008 EditorialCartoonists.com

How sweet it is!