Sluggo’s maxim #23: ignoring a sunny spot in July buys you an extra day of sleet in March.
Full disclosure: this art installation is a collaborative work between Sluggo and whoever drew a 100-foot squiggly line all over Ingalls Mall.
Sluggo, shown here holding up the Current Magazine Reader’s Choice award for Best Artist, which has been erroneously given to some three-dimensional guy named Zinn instead of the real brains of the outfit.
Yesterday, we learned that the knitting habits of the wooly silkworm encourage the feline tendencies of flying pigs.
The game would be more exciting if we had more cards, but we’re only playing for peanuts.
Ingalls Mall Swim Club - diving allowed only when the head cephalopod is on duty.
Sluggo at the Ann Arbor Book Festival, where reading is fundamental, contagious, and soporific.
Three sightings of the Shaggy Mole of Main Street, made easier by the fact that he was carrying a red balloon at the time.
"Rat Race Coffee Break," from the Things To Do While Waiting for an Oil Change collection.
Canine doubts notwithstanding, the test flight was considered a success.
Sluggo has learned to always judge the depth of a puddle by its occupants.
Sluggo and his pigasus arrive at the Ann Arbor Summer Festival, bearing new friends and corded technology.