Go ahead, lay on the blame...

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Well, it happened. I was just sitting at my desk, minding my own business, when suddenly I sprouted horns, and fur, and a tail. My totally-not-important opposable thumbs disappeared, and now I have what… hooves? Great.

Anyway, you all know the drill. Blame me for this, that, and the other thing. I’m not sure what fun goaty things I may or may not do this month, but if I get some entertaining blames, I’d like to do some silly little illustrations of me (the goat, above) apologizing while in the act of wronging you however I wronged you.

Now: spam my inbox!