i’m moving in with art goff and though i’m sure that’ll provide some great fodder for the blog, it’d also be kind of creepy and annoying. or rather, more creepy and more annoying than it already is.
for kicks, though, i think it was on his ninth birthday that art goff’s dog ate his guinea pig, brown butt, just before all his friends arrived for the party.
art goff may be planning a latin american adventure.
art goff can be seen in this picture:
art goff is also watson, my husband of three years. or at least that’s what drunky thinks.
i’m busy this week so there won’t be much by way of goff, but here is a video that in which art goff can be spotted:
art goff lost his goofballs the last time i saw him.
art goff was hopped up on goofballs last time i saw him.
for some reason, art had his cellphone, but not his house key.
art’s lady friend recounted a story in which art locks himself out of the house on the day when it was somewhere around ten degrees and snowy as all hell. art seemed truly disappointed that i’d already heard the story.