From SassyK:
May your Christmas be splendafantabumaxalix,
And may the best come your way in 2006.
I believe it means really wickedly awesome, as in “May your Christmas be really wickedly awesome”.
(Or it could possibly have something to do with cheese, as in “May your Christmas be grilled with cheese”. Either way, it’s a good thing.)
You know it’s a slow day when you have absolutely freaking nothing to do and so you go to read your Bloglines subscriptions and you get there and you find that there has been nothing new posted in the last hour.
This is our modern world? Nothing in an hour?
No pictures of cats flying biplanes?
No zombie jedis running for congress?
No Lego sculptures of poo?
What good is the Internet if I have to wait over an hour to waste the remaining minutes and hours of my life?!
GOD!
That’s it. I’m doing it myself.
See what you’ve reduced me too?
Bastards.
Thanks Screenhead. I’m leaving my iPod at home today. There’s only one song for me from now on.
“I’m a hippopotamus and I’ve got noodles on my back. Noodles on my back. Noodles on my back…”
I don’t know if they can be called “stuffed animals”… as they are all poo.
Stuffed poo. As far as the eye can see.
Is the plural of “poo” “poos”?
Poo poo poos. Pooie poos.
More than one poo. A plethora of poos.
…
Boring Redeeming-Valu-Meter = 0.
Dynamic Poo-O-Meter = 11!
This was sent to me by my Dad.
I have no idea who made this picture.
(Puts on hat.)
But I tip my hat to them.
(Takes off hat. Fixes hair. Eats cookie.)
