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Thursday, February 4, 2010

DO I LIVE IN NARNIA?

Call me Prince Caspian. This is the view from my kitchen (a.k.a. the park where I snack/stain myself/read pantsless in the sun come summer).


Lots of mixed feelings when it comes to white powder, but wanted to share that although I emitted yellow snow in the photo for the sake of capturing the Mid-Atlantic winter's charm, I actually quite appreciate it. It holds dogs, trained cats, & bums accountable for where they piss. AND it melts some of it away, so if you had a borderline obese pet with a 2-gallon capacity bladder, you would have to shovel less. That is probably the real reason why the savior of Narnia is a lion and not a mere mortal. Less projectile ability to piss = less political power. WORD UP.

My plan for this weekend's snowpocalypse is to get one of these bad boys in lieu of my own lion & make him piss in the general direction I intend to walk.


I will name him/her/it? Aslan. Or Lord Breaver.

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