Revenge of the Flower House


So feast your eyeballs on my eight-passenger spinch leaf. Spawn of the Flower House in the middle of the front yard.

(For full appreciation of the scale, please remember Tom has a giant head.)

So let's caucus people. Do we all finally agree that the Flower House is, and always was, a veritable hurricane of inspiration and foresight?

Comments

Bob said…
Tom: "OBEY MY SPINACH!"