Thursday, August 30, 2007

Moe action, MoeBlog!

Mobile blog posts are now active! Rwar!

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Are Violets Blue?

Meatball Brown: So young lady, we're liking yogurt today? You seem to be getting more on your head than in it.

Chew-chew: You're hilarious. But we would like to remind the court that you are the one holding the spoon right now. Perhaps you need to work on your marksmanship.

MB: What is this, My Dinner with Andre? Maybe we should just dip your head in a vat of yogurt and cut out the middleman.

Chew-chew: Ha! Dip. I call I get to play Andre Gregory's part. Besides, you've got Wally Shawn's hairline.

MB: Okay, smarty, you can feed yourself.

Chew-chew: Fine. Gimme that thing.

Chew-chew: See? Easy as pie. Wait. There's pie?


I tell you, it was the darnedest thing. I was just sitting here, minding my own business, when BOOM! The sweet potato on the table just blew right up. It was crazy. It's a good thing I have this protective tarpulin on, otherwise, I'd be coated in the stuff.

Mmmmm, plums?

Okay, it's a little sweet, but I'm still not 100% convinced these things are any good. I'll still suck on it for a little while; but don't forget that's coming from someone who likes the taste of our living room rug.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Tetas with a water back

Sometimes, lunching is thirsty work, n'est-il pas?

(photo credit: Großvater Buese)

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Hot Mango Flush

I like mango so much, my parents strip me down to my diaper and make me wear this oilcloth tarp. It's really going to be a shame when I spit some of this up on the big guy, but he's got it coming.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

. . . the beam of her view gilded my portly belly. . .

Ms. Toby Belch says:

If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries honeydew melon,
I would give no man a reason upon compulson, I. And take
away these chalices. Go brew me a pottle of sack finely.

Sticky Baby Alert! WHOOP! WHOOP! WHOOO!

Krusty was right, honeydew is the money melon!

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Sweet Potato Massacre

My aim, then, was to whip the sweet potatoes, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread me.

Friday, August 10, 2007

Chicken v. Egg

Here's the Chicken:

And here's the Egg:

Query: If the second photo was first, and the first one second, but the first second one was first, and the second first followed; I must ask you gentle reader: Which baby daddy needs a razor most desperately?

Merciless Eat Down

Rwawr! I will eat you! You and your silly bowl are nothing in the face of my powerful toothless kung fu! And if you taste anything at all like sweet potatoes, you're history!

Of course, if you taste like avocados, yogurt, or King Ghidorah, then maybe you have a chance. But I think you probably taste like sweet potatoes, so you're finished!

Thursday, August 9, 2007

Inaugural address

This is a test.