And he’s okay.
He cuts down trees, he wears high heels, he goes to the lavatory (to stress cry), On Wednesdays he goes shopping and has buttered scones for tea!
The hovering terror cat of awesome.
So C and V went on a cruise and brought back adorable bobble headed animals for some of their buddies, and mine is TERRIFYING (in the best possible way). I’ve … Continue reading
And it ends with creepy face licking.
Do I need to post the preceding two? Eh, why not. Or, if I’m Canadian, why not, eh?
It continues.
In case you didn’t see this one last week: And now:
As long as she doesn’t try to snort it, we’re okay.
. . . because snorting pixie stix leads to pain and colourful snot. Kids, learn from the lessons of the 80s — the sugar dust goes in the mouth, not … Continue reading
How many times can I use the same pun? SO MANY.
I was sad when I drew the first necrotic owl because I had just used up the best neurotic owl pun I would ever come up with. Luckily, I’m not … Continue reading
Cue the extreme Gallagher fans.
I can’t help but think that I’m going to get shit for this from some huge Gallagher fans who strongly object to my referring to him as a prop comic, … Continue reading
If you can dodge a hurtling miniature owl, you can dodge a ball.
It’s the only sport for which an insane terror of getting hit by the ball is actually helpful.
In which I prove my nerd cred a teensy bit.
Of course, I took a photo last night of my cat watching Doctor Who, so I think further proof is unnecessary. If you could read this (which you can’t, … Continue reading
When I was little, my black Skipper doll was Artemis, so this is sort of a lateral move.
Also, Doctor Barbie was Aphrodite or Hera as needed; Ethiopian Princess Barbie was Demeter; and that same Skipper doubled up as Persephone. Jem played all of the male gods because … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 