Puckish Nugs
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Your AI-free reminder that you can find or create joy while also feeling fear, rage, despair, and other prickly crap.
Remember I promised you silly?
Well, here goes.
For her recent birthdays I present to Patty, my almost-18-year-old cheeseburger, a squad of wee little nuggie friends to help her celebrate. There are no shortage of humans willing to eat cake and sing good wishes in her honor. But poor Patty, she lives alone in an old happy meal box on a bookshelf in my kitchen. To be fair, she has a sister, a Twinkie named Pammy who’s only a few days younger. They’re very different, singular creatures.
So, we make the party, the guests of honor, and some party guests.
Patty’s Birthday is almost upon us. Before a new batch of puckish nugs comes into the world, I’d like to introduce you to a few seasoned members of the court of Patty the Cheeseburger.
This is just the beginning. My goal is to give each of these puckish nugs their own trading card. Please cheer me on along the way. Should I have an open call for nuggie backstories?
Anyway, you’re invited to the party. All are welcome. There will be cake.










18 years of you and your delightful weirdness 🍔 Love you, friend 💖💖💖