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.
2011 CHRISTMAS CARD REJECTS
These were all rejected as “keepers” because Vicki obviously was refusing to take the shoot seriously. I know it’s probably hard to focus when you’ve got a fetus stealing all your nutrients, but damn, it’s not like I was asking her to do taxes for a grumpy porcupine.
If you’d like to see our “real” card click here.
MY JOURNAL ENTRY OF THE WEEK: THIS IS YOUR DRUG ON DRUGS
I liked this one best because it throws a spotlight on an issue that our society likes to sweep under the carpet and ignore. That issue is drugs abusing drugs.
It’s a messed up situation that is probably happening in your medicine cabinet right now. Seriously, go check, I’ll betcha anything that your Advil is downing a mouthful of Listerine laced with Tylenol PM.
(Source: mydailyjournalthing)
TYPICAL SUNDAY
Every Sunday me and Rigby clean the fish tank and watch The Life Aquatic. Vicki can’t stand “The Zissou”, so she usually locks herself in our bathroom and cries until the credits roll.
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 LIFE AQUATIC WITH RIGBY ZISSOU
Once my fish decide to stop hiding in the damn corner and come out for their inaugural photo shoot I’ll post some real photos. Until then this gratuitously vintage instagram porn will have to do.
RIGBY THINKS HE’S A BOOK : VOLUME 01
MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND WITHOUT VICKI
Rigby’s already tanked. Typical.
At least I’ve got Senorita Maggie to cheer me on with her magic maraca.
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