This guy’s name is Wachitawcha. He’s a soapdish. He belonged to my mother, who once had a thing for frogs. I call him Wachitawcha, which is not a name you would expect for a guy in a porkpie hat, but every time I see him he says, “Remember your mother and Wachitawcha.”
Remember Your Mother and Wachitawcha
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