Mr. E, all jacked up on root beer, crashes in the Twin Oaks parking lot. Friendly bar patrons, particularly Gary (not shown), come the rescue.

Yeah, and sometimes, those we don't love won't go away either. Peace, P Bretl.

It's pretty hard not to smile in this place.

Look at me, I'm loving life!

How do you say delightful, delectable, delicious, divine? Ooo la, la, la, la, la la.

Perfect!

Mr. E, about to tear it up on his freedom pony.

Barefoot on pine needles; Mr. E experiences the north woods properly.

Note the evidence of craters throughout the yard. Each crater was once the spot of a tree destroyed in last summer's storm.

Freedom ponies from left: Daisy May, The bike who's father hasn't seen fit to name him(her), Penelope (background), and Mr. E's NASA-themed sticker bike.