I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it with four cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
I'm sitting here snickering like the evil, evil person I am. That last picture looks to me like Pouty Bitch Long-Suffering Teen Jesus. Like "GOD. How long do I have to hang up here, anyway?! How come *I* always have to hang up here? Why can't JUDAS hang up here sometimes? NOT FAIR! SIGH!"
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I'm sitting here snickering like the evil, evil person I am. That last picture looks to me like Pouty Bitch Long-Suffering Teen Jesus. Like "GOD. How long do I have to hang up here, anyway?! How come *I* always have to hang up here? Why can't JUDAS hang up here sometimes? NOT FAIR! SIGH!"
Classic, Robyn! You just won Comment of the Year. "Pouty Bitch Long-Suffering Teen Jesus" for the win!
Personally, I thought it was his "O" face. *ducks*
I don't know which I like better: the stickers or Robyn's comment. He's definitely the Napoleon Dynamite of Jesuses.
Now I'm picturing holy llamas ...
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