We put together a fantastic new McDonalds outfit for Poop.  Yah, and after much gatcha-ing from that awful alphabet t-shirt enabled gatcha machine… I *finally* got my “m” t-shirt! Alas, despite all the gatcha-ing done on my buddie’s accounts, I couldn’t rally enough alphabet tees to spell “STFU”.  I am so mature.

A whole uniformed mob of Picos showed up at the Pet Farm tonight.  So funny.  They asked to be adopted.