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I just went to Target and bought a lawn gnome.
I really wish I was kidding.
He's holding a duck and a little brown bag of food, but someone at the gnome factory made a mistake on the lettering, so the sack reads "Bread crumds."
lawl. I love him.
I really wish I was kidding.
He's holding a duck and a little brown bag of food, but someone at the gnome factory made a mistake on the lettering, so the sack reads "Bread crumds."
lawl. I love him.
Aww, he needs a name. I vote Crumdy.
P.S. The term "gnome factory" fills me with...I'm not sure. Something.
Awwww, Crumdy. His eyes are a very strange, dim color that make him look like he's blind. I had to bring the poor thing home.
You know, I was just thinking the exact same thing. "Gnome factory...."
Crumdy needs spectacles?
It sounds almost ghoulish, which is not a word I use lightly.
Especially because mum insisted on dragging me to the toy section and there was this rat thing from Prince Caspian named Reepacheep.
Just the way my mum read his name had me laughing so hard I started crying. I actually had to sit down in the Barbie aisle and just laugh. I was completely hysterical and kept sobbing "Wait... wait...just let me calm down... LOLReepacheepLOL.... LOL just let me calm down!"
I think I may have frightened the children.
"Ghoulish" is spot on.
The mental image of a near-20-year-old hunched over amongst the neon pinks of the Barbie aisle, laughing hysterically=fantastic.
Sometimes children need to be frightened. Builds character.
Just take care of your gnome, okay? And keep him safe from the Dresden Dolls; I think they're up to something:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9yC6xftL
Hee! It was pretty funny because Chase kept leaving me places and mum would scold him, "Chase, you have to watch her."
Chase: Mom, she's almost 20.
The Almost-20-Year-Old: *Stumbles into a shelf, knocking over thirty pairs of little rubber frog boots*
The Barbie aisle is a terrible place to have a psychedelic collapse. All the new dolls have succumbed to that creepy, doe-eyed Lolita thing so they can keep up with the Bratz dolls. Their heads are all so horribly misshapen now. It's troubling.
I'm keeping Crumdy in my room so they can't steal him. I shall give him a good home. Give him love he's never known.
Crumdy... Reepacheep...
Reepacheep would like to thank you for the lulz.