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 