The fact that I am about to post what I am about to post makes me want to throw up in my mouth.
Anyhoo.
This is the kind of stuff that makes the very pleasant deafening silence in me suddenly go:
TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK
Thanks, Sweet-Juniper!, for reminding me why I should stick to writing in my own meager blog instead of trolling around in everyone elses archives. Because inspiration is a dangerous game, at best.
-The ANTIMOMMY


September 3rd, 2008 at
Guess how surprised I was when I found out those clocks not only come in pink…
Have you noticed how those little cell formations come in ‘accellerating’ and ‘rewind’ versions? Last month or so there was an incident at the local supermarket where a little boy was impersonating a fire sireen with an epileptic seizure. The reaction of his mother was (in most relaxed manner) to turn to the guy behind her and say: “Just a moment, I’ll put it away in a second.” The kid was definitely a ‘rewind’ version, but the mother was close to get a proposal…