chicken

Just another chicken to pass the time. A fine creature, this.

the curmudgeonly librarian of Pollyanna Ave.

Miss Fingletoste does not like children being loud near her books.

 'Dewey Decimal I'm Yours' is tattooed on her inner thigh.

She was married once, at a young age to a travelling circus manager.
He refused to poach her eggs so she left him.
She took solace in reading for many years, until one day she fell 

down a fire escape and cracked her skull open. 

A weevil crawled into the opening.

Now, she only reads part of the time.

Also, she collects old milk bottles.

some crazy mayans

These guys are all in a ska band together. They all share a two bedroom bungalow in Omaha, Nebraska. You can tell the leader of the group by the shorts. Only the leader may cover himself with polyester/fleece blends. Such is the pecking order of Mayan Ska Bands of Nebraska (M.S.B.N).

the Mighty Barista

Ricky only today made a skull shaped design in my choice of caffeinated beverage. It is believed that he is a master swordsman, a poet, and a collector of unique stamps. He has never experienced flatulence or the love of a morbidly obese woman. He has very little tolerance for poor tippers, or oil based pigments.  He will not confirm or deny any of these rumors lest he reveal too much about the enigma that is RICKY.

Soon to be a major motion picture.