I got to meet up with my friend, Mary, for a jog at Happy Jack last night (HJ is a lovely trail system outside of Laramie, Wyoming). While jogging, Mary provided me with the following comedic/intellectual commentary regarding the herd of mosquitos we had run into:
Mary: We’re not getting bit. These all must be boys.
Me: Oh – The boys don’t bite?
Mary: I don’t think so. And they hatch earlier, probably because they need time to grow their penis’.
I can always count on Mary to make me laugh.
4.75 x 4.75″ Ink and paint on paper