Saturday, December 15, 2007

Make it quick and painless

If I ever start making sense, it probably means that some alien life form has taken over my body and is controlling my brain.
Interstellar chaos is sure to result.
This means, of course, that one of you is going to have to kill me in order to save the human race.
Or, you know, you could just let me live and say "the hell with the human race."
'Cause I'd be totally ok with that too.

Hey, go check out this phallic cheeto.

Or, if you want something a little more normal (pfftt), you can always just go check out the puppy I had when I was a kid.


Matt-Man said...

You had a puppy? I didnt even know you were pregnant. Cheers!!

Mo said...

I really don't think we're in any danger.
Of you making sense, that is.

Marilyn said...

We've lost that race already anyway.

Cindrarella said...

normal is relative term, honey. we're safe.

Mr. Fabulous said...

I thought you were already dead.

Janna said...

Matt-man: Guess who the father is!

Morgen: HEY!

Marilyn: Tell me about it.

Cindra: Thank goodness!

Mr. Fab: Nope, just wishful thinking on your part, apparently.

Travis said...

I'm trying to imagine you making sense, but my brain is starting to hurt.

Janna said...

Travis: Here, have some Excedrin.