That Place I Go

Now some of you may have seen some of my questions for Ask MooCow. If you haven't, just forget I've even said anything and stop reading now. For the rest of you wondering, please read on.

These questions are not indicative of my overall personality at all. But as MooCow is a very special young man, I have go to a very special place to find the right questions for him. This place is called That Place I Go. Here follows an accounting of all things regarding That Place I Go...

What It Looks Like

Think Mordor, except without the good weather, breathable air and hospitable inhabitants. Oh and sometimes the gravity is messed up there for short spells. And the ground opens occasionally to gout up blood, fire, ash, magma or sometimes this greenish brownish blackish bile-like substance I still haven't quite figured out yet.

When I Go There

When asking MooCow questions (obviously), when anyone in authority asks me to do something stupid and when I am partaking in some of my other more creative endeavors. Which are frankly none of your business. So take off eh. Hoser.

How I Escape

Who says I ever really leave? You know that old sayin' Home is Where Yer Comfortable? Mmmmmm... blood fire and bile. Ok, I jest. I do leave when I've overstayed my welcome. Fortunately I don't need ruby slippers or medication to come back. At least I haven't so far. Sometimes when I feel kinda silly, I do close my eyes and click my heels together three times. But let's just keep that our little secret here, ok?