The evil would-be baby-kidnapper rock is going down. For too long have I watched him eyeball the baby frisson; too long have I lived in petrified terror of his impending madness.
I HAVE A PLAN.
You are so strange sometimes. =)
Wouldn’t you cage a horrible kidnapper rock?
Indeed I would,
indeed I would.
Wow. I love your art.
Thank you, sweet Jenn!
Love your blog! So freaking funny!
Yaaaaay! I was pleased to run across yours!
Hysterical! My husband thinks I’ve gone mad now, though. I suppose that’s the effects of laughing until you’re nearly unconscious from lack of oxygen. So happy to have discovered your blog. Thank you. Thank you for posting on mine, it’s what led me here. 🙂
Yaaaay! My husband thinks I’m mad too, but then he’s thought that for a *very* long time. So glad to meet you!
Ha, this is even FUNNIER with the mouse-over commentaries! 🙂
I promise I’m not following you, Dillon…You just happen to get here first…And I have to agree!! But if it turns out he’s innocent, I have a not-for-profit group home for recovering con-rocks.
After further investigation, I discovered some con-rocks are not able to rehabilitate.
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