Aquaman and Holes in the World

My Wombie, the egg split in the womb, worked as Aquaman in Emerald City, and then he retired, complete with big party, pats on the back and three side jobs. Part-time at The Grind, doing the water for Seaton and farming for a group under the Bluff. Then, through a series of Unfortunate Events, retired Wombie became Aquaman again. I am assuming another big party when he does retire again, but until then, its Aquaman and Big Drip. See how I insert myself into the picture like a freshman nerd sidling up to the senior Queen at the Prom.

He has absolutely no time what with his added duties combined with doing the JULIES, too. If you don't know what a JULIE is, when you take your shovel and dig in the back yard for that pesky mole and nick a gas line, you'll get a quick education.

This is some sort of concoction out at Aquaman's South Lagoon treatment plant at Emerald City. Last time I was pretending to be Robin to Wombie's Batman, I took this video of whatever that is. Portal to Hell? Mini Niagara Falls in-the-round? I don't know, and being Big Drip, I didn't ask. But its cool and I want one.

In the few free moments when Aquaman is home with all systems in green, rather than those pesky red ones, he relaxes at home with his lovely wife, Aquawoman.

Last time up I took a picture of him at home. He put on his smoking jacket, created a faux British accent, fondled one of his ceramic owls, petted Maddie, asked Mrs. Aquawoman what was for supper, and posed at the mantle watching his orange breasted grossbeaks and cowbirds eating away at the feeders. All the while, monitoring the systems that make Emerald City flush.

Emerald City is lucky to have him, and more or less, Big Drip, too.

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