Are you telling me that the Pittsburgh Children’s Museum couldn’t think of a way to display Mr. Rogers’ puppets in a manner other than looking like the jarred, fetal rejects from some sort of macabre scientific experiment?
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
Are you telling me that the Pittsburgh Children’s Museum couldn’t think of a way to display Mr. Rogers’ puppets in a manner other than looking like the jarred, fetal rejects from some sort of macabre scientific experiment?