Here kitty kitty …. heeeeeerrrreee kitty kitty …. AAAAUUUGGGGGHHHH! What the heck happened to this thing? Cute little fluffy guy has turned into a monster by anybody’s account!
That said, this kitty does have a rather regal look about him. I attribute it to the tufts of billowy fur around his neck – rather Shakespearean, don’t you think? If this were my comically large kitty, I’d name him Sir Paddington Cadbury III. And I’d make him a litter box out of old Crown Royal bags.
Holy crap. Look at this ant! You can get some perspective on just how big this thing is by comparing it to the girl on the bike off to the lef- …
OMIGOD! GIRL, GET OUT OF THE WAY! What are you doing riding your bike in front of a killer ant! He’s hopped up on that giant sugar-lick of his – get out of the way!
Boy, it’s not often you get to type the words “giant” and “platypus” together. It’s lots of fun. You should totally try it! Maybe just fire up Notepad and type away. No need to deny yourself the entertainment!
I know very little about fishing. In fact, you can sum up my entire body of fishing knowledge in this one sentence: It has something to do with going out on a boat and coming back with fish in your possession.
That said, I’m going to call shenanigans on this lure, if only for reasons of simple physics: namely, any fish large enough to bite down on this thing is not only going to be too large to reel in, it probably poses mortal danger to any humans in its vicinity.
This is either a huge lady, or a little bitty guy and his dog. I’m thinking it’s the former. Very large. Looks like she’s relaxed, too. Laid back, with her mind on her money and her money on her mind.
I really enjoy typing the phrase “giant shrimp,” because it’s inherently contradictory. It’s like saying “tiny behemoth” or “interesting game of golf” – by it’s very nature and definition, simply not possible. But this giant shrimp defies convention right out of the gate, namely by wearing a ten-gallon hat and carrying a firearm! Nobody better screw around with ol’ Deputy Cocktail Sauce here. Because he’s packing. Nice bandana, too.
We had gnomes on my lawn when I was a kid. Mom thought they were cute, and dad was indifferent. Not me, though, because I knew what those things were up to. I watched them from my bedroom window at night, when everybody else in the house was asleep … and the gnomes thought I was too, because I could see them switching positions. So we’d get up in the morning and everybody noticed that the one with the red hat was now standing where the one with the blue hat was yesterday – but nobody said a thing. It created a rift, a silence, which in time would tear our family apart. I hate those damned gnomes.
Also, hello ladies!