Ok...Every month or so, I find a picture that makes me chuckle a little too loud at work.
The first one, let's call it...oh I don't know. I've racked my brain, but find no words to describe...
can you think of any?
It just made me lose my control when I saw it. Maybe I'm the only one who thinks it is funny.
Anyone? A lifeline?
Maybe we could call it Pride and Predjudice?
The second image comes to us from Donna Migliaccio, who found this pic on some owl website...You see, Donna reports that they measure owls in juice cans. I don't understand why either, but here is proof...
Donna and I had a very good chuckle over this.
Let us call it, Canned Owl.
It's the new V8.
Have you had your canned owl today?
4 comments:
Alas and alack. You posted The Owl but misspelled my name.
No "h" in Migliccio, darling boy - a double "c" in Italian is pronounced "ch."
Not that I'm even Italian...
A thousand apologies, my dear. This is EXACTLY the reason I am so pleased to have been born a Smith. No spelling difficulties!
I have corrected. I usually just call you Mrs. Mig and don't even try the spelling. I AM a theatre major, after all...
:)
Donna, um, I hate to be the one to point this out, but isn't your name spelled MigliAccio? With an 'a' in it?
Or have I been spelling it wrong for years?
If not, I would like to POINT AT YOU AND LAUGH VERY LOUDLY ABOUT THE FACT THAT YOU JUST MISSPELLED YOUR OWN NAME WHILE CORRECTING STEPHEN ABOUT IT. HA! HA HA! HA HA HA!!!
Awesome. That made my day.
Please disregard if I'm the one in error....
Bitch. :*
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