Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
*buzz*
- Jane?
- Yes, Mr. Johnson?
- Cancel the rest of my appointments for the day.
- Mr. Johnson, are you watching that Maltese puppy video over and over until you pass out? That would be the third time this week.
- Jane, if I’ve passed out at all this week, it’s from working too hard while that video happened to be playing. Now please have a margherita pizza from Patsy’s waiting. I prefer that to smelling salts.
(Source: wellthatsadorable.com)
Is this ring-bearer an option when you go to one of those little chapels in Vegas? If so, I’m booking a flight and marrying one of the first 10 guys I see (not the very first, I have standards, alright?). Or I could just get the dog and the ring-bearing pillow/belt and have him follow me around the house in this big white dress I bought for no reason, and I can spend the flight money on a pizza party. Pizza Party!
It’s been one of those weeks, man. If you want to find me this weekend, I’ll be locked in my house havign a Pizza Pug Party. The best way I like to unwind after a rough week is to eat one thousand pieces of pizza and get blindingly drunk with a pug. I also have a Wii. Join us or don’t, but this pizza ain’t gonna eat itself.
(Thanks for the pic, Clay L!)
Nacho here doesn’t exactly have a degree in accounting, but he probably still knows more about it than I do. Alright, you cook those books, I’ll cook these pizzas.
(thanks for the picture, Matthew!)
First, I thought “Yeah, this girl is rad, we’d totally be pals, I’m gonna love this scrumptious cake.”
THEN SHE SAID WHAT FLAVOR THE CAKE IS, AND I’VE LOST MY MIND. WE ARE SOUL MATES AND NEED TO HANG OUT AND EAT CAKE AS SOON AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE.
