Okay, if you live in California, please begin dumping large quantities of arsenic in the ocean now. If you need me I’ll be cowering under my desk.
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I’m sorry if I owe you something but Hunter S Thomcat has my to-do journal and the scissors and he says we all need to just relax and enjoy the weekend. I don’t make the rules.
Apparently Hailey gave themselves an actual concussion by throwing their head back into a metal pole while laughing too hard and then almost did it again while fake swooning in the doctors office and this is exactly how I know they are my child.
Sleepy baby. HE’S JUST SLEEPING, I ASSURE YOU.
Slo-mo of Dorothy Barker and her toy. The noise of the squeaky toy slowed done is my new favorite thing.
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I fucking love these people & not just because they support my wine-slushee habit:
I saw that this morning and wondered how many nightmares it would cause you in the near future. My condolences.
Do you think I could turn my stapler into a spear gun of some kind?
Can I call you Captain Nemo?
I’m considering going fishing this morning…
Oh noes! I think your stapler could definitely be a spear gun, if you sharpened up a couple of pens to shoot from it or something. Get ’em in the beak, they hate that.*
(* I have no idea how to fight a squid, I feel like this should be noted.)
How can a jumbo squid be invading a bay?
I mean, isn’t that their domain?
Or does man really always get first dibs everywhere?
Take heart Jenny…he’ll never make it around over here. I mean, what are the odds he knows about the Panama Canal? Plus, really the only danger is to people who go looking for him by diving and the success level of the fisherman’s catch.
mmm… fried calamari…
WHAT? it would be GOOD. just imagine: battered, crispy goodness the size of your head.
“Who is it?”
“Land Shark… I mean, Pizza Delivery!”
Yum. Calamari!
Hmmm… has it occurred to anyone else that the guy who wrote this study is named Zeidberg, which is suspiciously close to “Zoidberg” – the lobster-esque doctor on “Futurama” who has squid-like tentacles around his mouth?
Could these just be minions of Matt Groening, poised to take over the world? First the Simpsons movie and now this!
Jenny, hello, I can’t just dump poison at my weekend getaway spot. Stay in Texas you’ll be fine.
I am reading this while munching on sushi…mmm, squid!
Um yeah, I’ll get right on it. I have no idea where I’ll find any though.
I’m on it. Will industrial pesticides work? Cuz I was going to just dump those in the neighbor’s orchard otherwise?
they look kind of like penises. squid=penis, penis=squid. now, resume your sexlife.
No, see…we need more WHALES to eat the squid…
http://hmft.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-jenny.html
Diesel – Industrial pesticides only do damage over generations and frankly I don’t have that kind of time.
Very Freudian, Thelma. I’m not sure if that reveals something about me or about you.
HMFT – You are dead to me.
Fucking Zoidberg.
I saw this on the news this morning and thought it was pretty cool….but, I don’t swim in the ocean.
pretty sure it’s all about me….
You should have seen it up close and personal.
*shudder*
The naked cavepeople exhibit was equally as horrifying. No photos of that one, no ma’am.
The Naked Cave People. I think they’re a cover band. They have a hit called “Jenny and the Squid.” It’s a Freudian thing.
Funny but “penis” is NOT the sexual organ that comes to mind when I hear the word “squid.” That would, of course, be “the human brain.” Because as everyone knows the brain is the biggest sex organ of them all.
I still love ya! Especially since i brought that up this morning. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
You’ll be nice and safe in Chicago! Unless they have any of those in Lake Michigan…
Sorry, that wasn’t nice!
OK, now you are making a believer out of me. Please be afraid of Anne’s super weight loss plan?
“That would, of course, be “the human brain.” Because as everyone knows the brain is the biggest sex organ of them all.”
not on one guy I dated, Chuck. I wouldn’t let him get that thing near me. we’re talking join a side show and charge admission, freak! tattoo it and call it a totem.
wow those are really big!
We are going to have to reprogram you to quit talking about squid
I don’t think I can take it anymore, either.
I don’t even like to say it Squid.
Say it six time. It’s horrid.
and again…. 🙁
http://www.kqed.org/quest/television/view/774
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