omg the little chocolate bits on top omg
ARE. YOU. READY. TO. ROCK.
I CANT HEAR YOUUUUUU.
No, really, can’t hear you. at all.
A small book I didn’t buy; Insasmuch. Love the bats.
A mini book I didn’t buy; THE JEW
Where’s the bins full of locks without keys? Seems you never see those, only bins full of lonely keys. Does this mean that there’s tons of things in the world locked down, never to be opened, or does this mean that we’re surrounded by potential without limits? Hmmm…
This was SO AWESOME if you were there. But. Yeah, just a drop of dirty water. At the time, all the bits of dirt were spinning in a circle because of the air currents; my camera won’t do macro video, so, this is all ya get.
A book I didn’t buy; a ragged book about a RAGGED DICK.
A box I didn’t buy; WILLIE JO BOX. Although, the tag reads WILLIE JOE BOX. I bet someone pulled a switcheroo and got a deal on a WILLIE JOE BOX at a WILLIE JO pricetag. Sneaky punk.
Very old lights I didn’t buy.
“Hey, I know! Let’s cover those electrical wires in cloth. BRILLIANT! *toast* SHIP ‘EM OUT!”
HEAT – CARELESS PEOPLE
Pixos Bee, zen. And at the risk of being negative… mmmmmMAN these things pix me off.
“Be sure the Cobra Matic set to MAN, or else it’ll sound all …Womany.”
Magestic.
I STILL CAN’T HEAR YOUUUUU.
still can’t. #canthearthatatall
A whole box of Violet crayons. Was there a plan to color a bunch of eggplant that fell through? These are the things I wonder.
Gloria. I think I got your number.
Passive aggressive waitress. “NOW HE WANTS lllllLEMON. Fine. I’ll show him some lemon. Here’s *toss* your *toss* lemon *toss*.”
Doodletown, wherein dwells Doodledude.
Pixos, action shot.
Pen repair tools arrived! woo! Thanks Mom!
Pen repair tools, splayed, zen.
Much as it was with our Native American ancestors, nothing of our quarry goes to waste. Pen repair tools, box, born anew, as: “baby raccoon eyes that are red”.
That’s right, who gets a coupon for a free tin of SNUS. Me, that’s who.
These Strawberry Shortcake toys these days are getting mighty realistic!
Keebler Club crackers: We burn every 21st cracker. Count ‘em up, I didn’t believe it either. #itsafact
And that is the last WiP of 2009. *mwa*
Thanks for reading, I love you all. Well, some of you. No, not ‘like that’. Dang, can’t say anything around you perverts without it getting all twisted.
