This pretty much sums up my day today.

This is how the nephews and I like to kick it on Christmas Eve.

P.S. I forgot to include this in my last post:

Child psychologists, you will never lack work.

Ever wonder where those pathetic food court goths come from? I sure do. And I've got a hunch it may have something to do with traumatic early childhood experiences like these:


Attention Parents: clowns and ventriliquists' dummies are always plotting to murder your children in their sleep. The kids all know this, so why can't you figure it out?

Okay, that's got to be the creepiest cat/rabbit/demonspawn I've ever seen. I'm gonna have nightmares just from looking at this picture. I hope the kid at least had the sense to leave a big ol' Cleveland steamer in its lap.

Have an awesome weekend!

Twenty-five years from now, this incident will pay for some therapist's weekend home.


It's comforting to know that when I want scientifically accurate information, I can turn to the Beginner's Bible Coloring Book.


Aw, the delicious irony of pissing away your future heirs' inheritance on letting your future heirs know that you're pissing away their inheritance. Bernie, you are a real geezer of genius, and I salute you.

I really wish I knew what the English translations of items 8, 9, and 10 on the Forbidden Words list were.

Once again, I'm going to let discretion be the better part of blogging valor and refrain from comment. It's killing me, though.