Erin and Shir, just reading this made my morning. And I promise to tell no one about your llama mama.
'Conviction (1)'
Goodbye and Good Riddance 2010: Don't Let the Door Hit Ya...
Every year we watch the Charlie Brown special, do the Snoopy dance, wish everybody a Merry Christmukkah, and thank our Secret Santas in the good riddance thread. Which is this one, in case you were wondering. Oh, and 2010? We have a few words for you.
(I love tucklehug. New word! So much cuddlier than that violence-prone other word.)
A llama once bit my sister...
But was it a WEREllama...?
Are you saying my mother sired your sister into werellamaness?
Because if so, I think that means we're related. Cool.
Yes, it's all part of a secret Irish-Scots-Jewish shifter Midwestern-Israeli love cult that involves lots of shedding, spitting, big pretty eyes and a shitton of books.
OMG I AM GOING TO WRITE THIS AND BE RICH!
Damn. I totally should have been writing about werellamas, not this wimpy feminist Arthurian crap.
All those chalk hillside carvings? They weren't deer; they were werellamas.
Damn. I totally should have been writing about werellamas, not this wimpy feminist Arthurian crap.
It's true, werellamas are the new Twilight. Romance novels, films and TV shows featuring the illicit excitement and danger of brooding bad-boy werellamas will be the next big thing. (Instead of sparkling when they get worked up, they spit on you. Possibly sparkle-spit.)
never mind ... I need to READ before posting