Fuzz is finally leaving Missouri. He was extracted from his "hidey hole". He's enjoyed his time getting to know me but it's time to ramble on. As you can see, Fuzz was hanging out at work with me enjoying some Frog Morton on the Bayou and checking out his favorite picture on the interwebs. In fact, he was excited when I told him that I knew where that nasty ol' hillbilly lived and he said he wanted to go down there because "those Mississippi boys know how to use a guy like me".
Thanks for visiting, Fuzz. Your absence has left a "void" in my...uh....soul.