Although I exhausted the Innermost Secrets that were written in my little book of the same title, I have not plumbed the depths of my secrets. And so, here are more.
The mess in my office is deliberate; I am actually a very tidy person who wants to convey an air of creativity.
Perhaps I am doing too good of a job in pretending to be messy, as that is one of the things that has worked its way into the Baker Book House Summer Reading Program cartoons. I should probably take care of some things. You know, so I can be more comfortable, being the tidy person that I am.
My hamster, Bigfoot, was not named ironically for his overall size, but for the insanely disproportionate size of his genitalia.
True story. They were huge. At-least-as-big-as-his-brain huge. The same could be metaphorically said of most guys, I suppose.
I don’t shave my head; I electrocute myself regularly.
I’m not going to pretend that it isn’t painful. It is. Excruciating. But is it worth it? You bet it is. I look handsome.
My eyebrows and facial hair are drawn on.
Because of the electrocutions, obviously.
I have a penchant for going to the zoo and telling the koalas that they aren’t real bears.
Is it mean? Probably. Am I going to stop? Not any time soon.