Googly Eye Pictures

“They said I had to come into work clean-shaven or not come in at all.  Screw that job!  I ain’t gonna shave off what God decided in his infinite wisdom to grow on my face!  They can find themselves someone else with less respect for themselves for that there ticket booth.”

No captions here, just a couple of  nice pictures of mushrooms.

When drinking in St. Louis you might occasionally see these little guys.

When I go to local bars and I remember to bring googly eyes I make these little critters.

Adorable, aren’t they?

“Hello, and welcome to Rancho Sushio: The Relaxment Retreat for Sushi”

“Rancho Sushio offers many benefits to those who stay here, from the gentle soy sauce baths to the many, many conga lines and dance parties.”

“And the best thing of all are our beautiful attendants.  Each one dedicated to serving you and your every need.  So… wait, what is that!?”

“HELP!!! Everyone, run!  This isn’t part of the commercial!  This isn’t-”   *CHORF*

*BURP*

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Sushi served up fresh and delicious at the Saki Sushi Bar and Grill in O’Fallon, IL.

One of these masks has passed gas.  Can you guess which one?

Lydia stood mesmerized, her eyes transfixed on the sight before her.  The words had appeared suddenly and without warning from out of nowhere.

She mouthed them silently to herself, not understanding their meaning but knowing it was somehow important, perhaps more important than any words ever uttered from her beautiful crimson lips.

“All… Googly… dot com?”  she wispered, pondering what these seemingly nonsensecal words could possibly mean.

“What’s a dot com?” she wondered, and even more so she wondered what it meant that it was “all googly” and why her eyes suddenly felt so loose and wobbley, almost as if they were made of plastic and stuck over her real eyes.

“I… I must need more sleep.”  Lydia said, shaking her head, feeling her eyes roll back in forth in her head on their own accord, but when her eyes stopping wiggling and became still… she could see that the watermark was still there.  Silent.  Cool.  Irremovable as the fear in her heart.

She then knew that the watermark would forever be before her, from now… and forever.

“Wait!  Don’t run away!  Please, I was once a human being like you!”

“I was walking through the park when I came upon this little man made out of sticks.  Said he was some sort of… wizard.  He was annoying me so I knocked his little staff out of his little wooden hands.”

“Next thing I know he’s spouting all sorts of mumbo-jumbo and POOF I’m all wooden, leafy and unhuman!  Hey, if you see that little stick guy tell him I’m really, REALLY sorry!”