on December 18, 2012
The last sketch-priceless.
Hansi the artist, Hansi the philosopher. Hansi the kitchen designer … and now Hansi the poet.
I’m a poet, and don’t know it.
I guess it’s OK, as long as you wash your mouth out with soap in the new kitchen sink.
What! And pollute our new sink?
It’s okay that you don’t have anything to say. Sometimes, we shouldn’t.
Enjoy the soap, Hansi.
I will…it’s part of taking my medicine.
take an aspirin and call me in the morning.
Just one? I thought you had to take two,
Geez, now you’ve left me wanting to see a skank.
All written with a wink, I suppose.
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