CARTOON FRIDAY 58
“… and then, skillfully blending in with the humans, I’ll make my way …”
“… and then, skillfully blending in with the humans, I’ll make my way …”
Yes, my friends, some day the Pink Engulfenment will arrive from the farthest reaches of outer space, and we puny earthlings will be unprepared, unprepared, I tell you, and everything we have known and cherished will be buried in the Pink Engulfenment. Ironic? How should I know? But nevertheless, HAHAHAHAHAHA! -from a recently discovered Ed […]
broom goat witch coat Harold Lloyd Ann Baxter a sunny day in Rheims What happened, Mother? Did the Snow King die? Alas
Once upon a time there was a sassy little corral. Then things got different, and the sassy little corral was abandoned. It pined away for lack of care and eventually, a long time after this picture was taken, returned to the bosom of the meadow. Ah, wilderness. Ah, infinity. Ah, let’s go get a sandwich.
1. Go to California and cause a grove of giant redwoods to be leveled somewhere near Scotia. 2. On the day of the ceremony, friends and family should slip silently into the fallen grove disguised as a herd of elk. 3. Spouses to be should arrive wearing gamy salmon costumes. 4. Preacher/rabbi/holy man/civil servant/licensed masseuse, […]
But then they danced down the street like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same […]
“You know, I’m really not all that interested in who’s the fairest of them all.”
The pinks mill about, awaiting the arrival of their officers (seen filing in from below right in the above photo). Soon roll call will be taken, announcements made, and the pinks will disperse to their assigned lookout posts. Keep safe, little pinks, and God speed.