PERFECT LINES
As she waited for whatever was about to happen to happen, all she could think about were the perfect lines that showed up on the beige carpet of her childhood home as her mother vacuumed the floor. Nothing was ever perfect in her life, except for those damn lines. She regrets never telling her mother how wonderful she was at operating the vacuum cleaner.

PERFECT LINES

As she waited for whatever was about to happen to happen, all she could think about were the perfect lines that showed up on the beige carpet of her childhood home as her mother vacuumed the floor. Nothing was ever perfect in her life, except for those damn lines. She regrets never telling her mother how wonderful she was at operating the vacuum cleaner.

SPACE PINEAPPLE SPACE SUCKS
A few years back, I think on a Monday, Bunko and I were on a routine geological expedition somewhere, I want to say Neptune, but I can’t be sure. I think we were looking for phosphorous or something, I honestly can’t remember. Anyway, what I do remember is getting really hungry, grabbing my portable space phone, and ordering a space pizza. I asked if they could add some space pineapple to the space pizza, as I had heard good things. Unfortunately, as soon as I asked for some space pineapple, I hear Bunko yell “AGGGGHHH! PIE PLAIN! PIE PLAIN!!!”. Because Bunko always gets what Bunko wants, I reluctantly swallowed my space pride and told them to nix the space pineapple. 
Once I hung up I realized that she wasn’t yelling “PIE PLAIN” at all, she was actually yelling “MY BRAIN”. Turns out, sometime during my ten second phone call, she had somehow gone and got herself abducted a skelebot (half robot, half human skeleton).
Like a space cheetah on space coffee, I immediately sprung into action. I called the pizza place back to say that it had all been a space sized misunderstanding, and that I still really wanted the space pineapple on the space pizza. 
The point is this: space pineapple space sucks.
Also, Bunko’s expression in this photo is too damn good. 

SPACE PINEAPPLE SPACE SUCKS

A few years back, I think on a Monday, Bunko and I were on a routine geological expedition somewhere, I want to say Neptune, but I can’t be sure. I think we were looking for phosphorous or something, I honestly can’t remember. Anyway, what I do remember is getting really hungry, grabbing my portable space phone, and ordering a space pizza. I asked if they could add some space pineapple to the space pizza, as I had heard good things. Unfortunately, as soon as I asked for some space pineapple, I hear Bunko yell “AGGGGHHH! PIE PLAIN! PIE PLAIN!!!”. Because Bunko always gets what Bunko wants, I reluctantly swallowed my space pride and told them to nix the space pineapple. 

Once I hung up I realized that she wasn’t yelling “PIE PLAIN” at all, she was actually yelling “MY BRAIN”. Turns out, sometime during my ten second phone call, she had somehow gone and got herself abducted a skelebot (half robot, half human skeleton).

Like a space cheetah on space coffee, I immediately sprung into action. I called the pizza place back to say that it had all been a space sized misunderstanding, and that I still really wanted the space pineapple on the space pizza. 

The point is this: space pineapple space sucks.

Also, Bunko’s expression in this photo is too damn good. 

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MY JOURNAL ENTRY OF THE WEEK - “BUNKO AND RIGBY ABOUT TO ‘F’ SOME ‘S’ UP”
I liked this one best because the idea of Bunko and Rigby wearing matching eye patches while they “F” some “S” up just really blows my mind in the best possible way. I really wish I had the time and resources to make an animated cartoon about this adorably grumpy duo. Also, I’m pretty happy that I finally exercised. 
If you’d like, you can see more of my daily journal entries here.

MY JOURNAL ENTRY OF THE WEEK - “BUNKO AND RIGBY ABOUT TO ‘F’ SOME ‘S’ UP”

I liked this one best because the idea of Bunko and Rigby wearing matching eye patches while they “F” some “S” up just really blows my mind in the best possible way. I really wish I had the time and resources to make an animated cartoon about this adorably grumpy duo. Also, I’m pretty happy that I finally exercised. 

If you’d like, you can see more of my daily journal entries here.

MY JOURNAL ENTRY ENTRIES OF THE WEEK - “UNDERPANTS AND RAINBOWS FOR ALL”

On the one hand I’ve got a puppy throwing up a rainbow and riding it on his skateboard, and on the other hand I’ve got Darth Vader jumping through a sprinkler in his underpants. Why can there be only one???

Hmm…

I’m sorry folks, but this isn’t The Highlander. There can, in fact, be more than one… and as such, I choose both! Underpants and Rainbows for all!!!

If you’d like to see more underpants and rainbows feel free to check out My Daily Journal Thing.

THE TIME VICKI ALMOST ATE RIGBY
This one time Vicki and I got lost in a snow storm while walking Rigby. After about ten minutes Vicki’s tummy began to rumble and she suggested that we eat Rigby. Rigby quickly yelled “Damn woman! It’s only been ten minutes! At least eat some snow before you eat YOUR F-ING PUPPY!!!”. An awkward silence soon ensued where they both glared at me for support. Eventually I reluctantly mumbled “he’s kind of gotta point”.
I’ve been sleeping on the couch ever since.

THE TIME VICKI ALMOST ATE RIGBY

This one time Vicki and I got lost in a snow storm while walking Rigby. After about ten minutes Vicki’s tummy began to rumble and she suggested that we eat Rigby. Rigby quickly yelled “Damn woman! It’s only been ten minutes! At least eat some snow before you eat YOUR F-ING PUPPY!!!”. An awkward silence soon ensued where they both glared at me for support. Eventually I reluctantly mumbled “he’s kind of gotta point”.

I’ve been sleeping on the couch ever since.

RIGBY IN JAPAN 01 - “RABBIT RIDIN’ RIGBY”
Yep, it’s true, we shoved Rigby in a suitcase and dragged him to Japan. He immediately became obsessed with Japanese game shows and rarely left our hotel room. This unfortunately means that he was not in too many photos. However, he made a brief public appearance once he heard about our new rabbit friend. Rigby’s a lover, not a hater, and he especially loves other animals that may, or may not, be real (much like himself).

RIGBY IN JAPAN 01 - “RABBIT RIDIN’ RIGBY”

Yep, it’s true, we shoved Rigby in a suitcase and dragged him to Japan. He immediately became obsessed with Japanese game shows and rarely left our hotel room. This unfortunately means that he was not in too many photos. However, he made a brief public appearance once he heard about our new rabbit friend. Rigby’s a lover, not a hater, and he especially loves other animals that may, or may not, be real (much like himself).

BOX FULL OF AWESOME
No, they’re not mogwais, but still, pretty damn cute. My only gripe is that I wish the one in yellow was wearing blue so they could be named Alvin, Simon, and Theodore.
Also, thank you everyone for your brilliant replies to my previous post where I asked the following question…
"At what point after midnight does it become safe to feed a mogwai?"
Although I received several different ideas and suggestions, they all seem to suggest that an 8am pancake breakfast with a mogwai would be safe. What a relief! Thank you!

BOX FULL OF AWESOME

No, they’re not mogwais, but still, pretty damn cute. My only gripe is that I wish the one in yellow was wearing blue so they could be named Alvin, Simon, and Theodore.

Also, thank you everyone for your brilliant replies to my previous post where I asked the following question…

"At what point after midnight does it become safe to feed a mogwai?"

Although I received several different ideas and suggestions, they all seem to suggest that an 8am pancake breakfast with a mogwai would be safe. What a relief! Thank you!