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My 4 yo thinks it’s cool you have the World’s Largest Ball of Twine (made by one man) in your comic. ‘Course, she’s been there, since Gramma & Grampa live nearby…
The thing haunts my dreams. As a kid, I passed by it for years on the way to hockey games and while being dragged to church (the very church appearing in upcoming episodes).
This was when it still lived it the tin shed in the front of the guy’s yard. I was surprised to see it had gotten its very own house a few years back.
I always imagined it smelled like a wet dog for some reason.
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[...] Read the comic Posted on June 30, 2009 at 6:00 am in Blog. Follow responses to this post with the comments feed. You can leave a comment. « Gabe’s Influence [...]
My 4 yo thinks it’s cool you have the World’s Largest Ball of Twine (made by one man) in your comic. ‘Course, she’s been there, since Gramma & Grampa live nearby…
http://musenmutter.blogspot.com/2008/08/ww-family-reunion-at-famous-roadside.html In fact, here’s proof.
The thing haunts my dreams. As a kid, I passed by it for years on the way to hockey games and while being dragged to church (the very church appearing in upcoming episodes).
This was when it still lived it the tin shed in the front of the guy’s yard. I was surprised to see it had gotten its very own house a few years back.
I always imagined it smelled like a wet dog for some reason.