Party In My Mouth

So I just recovered from a horrific bout of tonsillitis. It's actually surprisingly horrible and I was amazed at how unexciting days of watching midday lifestyle shows and eating pureed vegetables can be. So crap! Anyway I got my positivism on and drew and picture of my tonsils having a party. Then consequently had a five hour nap to sleep off the enthusiasm.

 

It's Like A Desert In Here

In the months that I have foolishly been too distracted to post anything the tumbleweeds have been amassing and getting all in my crevices! Quick scare them away with some content!

Merry Christmastide!

Merry Christmas internets! Your present this year comes in the form of an obscure wrestling joke. It may be difficult to unwrap.

Movember

Check out this guy. His moustache has grown into his beard! He's freaking out!

Luncheon Meats

I'm sorry but you might not be seeing that much more of devon. It was a hot day! I hadn't eaten for ages, I was feeling light-headed, devon was just resting there seductively in the crisper dish and you know, one thing led to another...

Devonaire

So my dad brought home a log of devon from work today. My dad is a maths teacher. I'm not up on the stats for fathers bringing home devon logs to their families, but I can only assume dad's acquisition is a rare treat. Anyway the devon and I hit it off straight away, so in honour of our new friendship I have compiled a short list of fun activities for you to do with your devon.

-Take devon to the movies. Share your popcorn with devon and playfully throw peices at each other.
-Play tennis with devon. Laugh at devon's lack of arms.
-Get icecream and sit on the wharf during sunset. Share stories with devon and laugh at how funny the world is.
-Go to the butcher's and laugh at meats less fortunate than you.
-Surprise devon with a thoughtful gift.
-Play a boardgame with devon. Wait until devon has almost won and then knock over the board. Fall about laughing and stare at length into each others eyes.

Pine-tingling

I love puns. Almost as much as I love subtly drawing attention to puns I've made. Anyway the point is pine orange juice is almost the most disgusting thing since cultural genocide. 'Um, would you like to be any grosser?' is the most common response inspired in those who have unwittingly purchased a bottle. That's right, it's so gross it temporarily reduces your ability to assess the animacy of fruit juices. For the record, generally they can't talk back. So don't keep trying! You've got to keep your wits about you otherwise you could find yourself embarrassingly engaging a beverage in polite discussion about seasonal effects on the fruit production industry when your mum walks in. That isn't something you want to have to explain!
Anyway here's a picture of pine orange juice scaring some kids.