Happy Halloween and a special Happy Birthday to Blob!
I took the day off today because I needed to burn my last vacation day before the end of the year. I couldn’t think of anything better to do than to sit down and make a new song that’ll go on the Y Pants instrumental album. After making that, I decided to take snapshots of all the blobs throughout the mspaint years (2005-2009), and create a little video.
This is what I came up with, it’s not much, but it’s his birthday and this is for him:
Also since it’s Halloween, last year for the October 2011 Postcard Project Thing, I mailed this postcard to 106 people:
I still have some left if you want one. If you do, let me know.
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I didn’t know any better, they never told us in training. I knew yelling fire in a crowded movie theater was taboo, but yelling movie in a crowded firehouse? So now I’m on probation for a month, I’m not allowed to hose down a stuck building or save a burning cat in a tree.
The rumor on the street is that the twist in the next M. Night Shyamalan movie is that he’s actually going to make it a good movie. Of course this rumor is only on the street, so don’t believe everything you hear… well, you can believe that 18 wheeler that is honking at you to get off the road.
Horrendous Travis wasn’t very good looking, but neither was Ugly Betsy. They were both blind and had been set up on an unattractive blind date and things were actually working out very well. They sat across from each other at Fazoli’s in ugly conversation about how unattractive they probably were, as if it were an ugly contest, both winning. After the breadstick eating competition, they headed back to Betsy’s place and popped in a movie to listen to, Joe Dirt. Well, unattractive certain things led to another unattractive thing and Travis said, “Listen, if we’re going to do this, I want to wear the brown bag, not you. I call it The Reverse Brown Bag.” Ugly Betsy couldn’t believe her unattractive ears, “That’s the nicest thing a horrendous looking man has ever said to me. But why do you need a brown bag if you’re blind?” Travis replied, “I just can’t get over the fact you’re ugly.” Betsy retaliated, ran to the kitchen, bumping into the fridge and grabbed a paper bag from under the sink, “We’ll both wear brown bags!” And they lived blindly ever ugly.