Dood! We’re gonna have a sleepover, and an’ a pillowfight, and stay up late and watch movies and eat popsicles and …zzzzzzzz
Ah-huhn. [head/neck rotation] (Scroll down the page.)
OK, people—listen up! This is a shameless, embarrassing request. No, not quite as embarrassing as the toy Dachschund getting it on with the tabby kitten, but almost. Hey—vote for me in the Bloggies, will you? Today is the last possible day to vote, and I need your support, yo! Consider the following categories; Best Topical blog, Best American blog, best tagline? I don’t know. What do you think?
SUBJECT: Damn you to hell!Thanks. Thanks a lot.I spent years, possibly decades, honing my post-modern ironic cynicism to a fine point. I went to grad school. I wrote a thesis. I smoked, I drank straight whiskey, I guzzled coffee like there was no tomorrow. Confronted with “cute”, I would raise one eyebrow, sneer ever so slightly, and nod with a palpable sense of ennui. “Riiiiiight,” I would comment, “cute.”Gone, now. All gone. All that work, ruined with a single “awwwwwwwwwww.” I want my money back.Distraught,JD Henry
Thanks to Jacob over at BabyAnimalz.com.*BEF fo’ short, yo.