Googly Eye Pictures

“HELP!!! THEY’RE TRYING TO KILL ME!!! SOMEBODY CALL THE POLICE!!!”

We have googly FAIL in three seconds 3… 2… 1…

GOOGLY FAIL!!!

Found my cat batting these fellahs around on my living room floor earlier tonight.

Cute l’il things…

“Nelly, why does everyone keep calling me Beyonce?  I’m Ashanti!  Can’t everyone see that I’m completely different from her and not copying her style in any way?  The music biz is so weird…”

At times like these Sheryl thought about the heady days of her youth.  Her life used to be full of parties, late night reveries, and secret romances.

But as the years past she grew tired of the garden parties and box socials and settled down in a quiet farm town away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

She was a prim and proper lady now, well respected and known for her temperance and fair manner.  “But tonight,” she thought to herself, “I shall have mojito”.  And she did.

“Not many restaurants know how to make my favorite dish: Pasta Con Googly.”

“There’s an Italian place down the street from where I live that makes it just the way I like it.  It may seem like a small dish but googlies are rich with flavor and rather fattening so a small portion is the best.”

“My favorite?  The green ones.  They just burst in your mouth with the flavor of… greenness.”

NOTE: A special thanks to Ann H for providing me with these multi-colored googlies.  For those of you read this site regularly, Ann H is not Lady Ann, who I’ve mentioned quite a bit.   This be another Ann, believe it or not.

“I r’member the ol’ days before I retir’d when I used ta work in video games… Ooh boy, that monkey’d done thrown me a coupla thousand time at the fat meatball in the overalls.   Those’r the days.”

Okay, I’ve got a bunch more of these album covers, but I’ll probably take a break from them for a while.  I was in Vintage Vinyl and googlied up the place pretty good.