What the sam hill is going on here?
Meet my box of extra long kitchen matches. It is a clip art tragedy, featuring a googly-eyed hairy-leggèd prestidigitator spinning a wiener for an indifferent audience of Chads and Beckys.
Did you know fire targets children? Specifically?
I reckon that’s what’s going on in the warning box in the upper right: roving fire bolts victimizing a luckless child.
Forget the porn license – give us the clipart license!
p.s. No. I did not buy a porn license yesterday. Top of the world, Ma!
April 2, 2019 — 9:11 pm
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What time?
This is one of the many images that turns up when you do a search of the URL of my blog using this keyword “sad”. I should point out, this particular chicken is currently not so much sad these days as. You know. Dead.
Me, I’m just sad. I had to go in an hour early this morning. Which I did all last week, so whatever, but the differences is our clocks changed Sunday night.
I hate it when the clocks change. I’ll sulk about it for weeks.
Starting…now.
April 1, 2019 — 9:21 pm
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