Scribbles by me (Owen), mainly.
The Shmoe lives in a dumpster.
A dumpster in no one specific city.
The Shmoe likes beer.
But otherwise he's not very bright.
The Shmoe is usually pretty gentle.
But I bet he smells pretty bad.
The Shmoe doesn't have a forehead.
Is that an illusion?
The Shmoe tends to have elastic arms.
One arm may be long, if the other shrinks.
