I am too tired to write any jokes. This is my last week of work at my current job so I have to do all sorts of stuff. So just look at these pictures. They all mean something and if you string it all together you are a genius. No joke.
The clues are there, people – I promise![gallery_bank type=”images” format=”filmstrip” title=”true” desc=”false” img_in_row=”5″ animation_effect=”fadeInDown” image_width=”600″ album_title=”false” album_id=”15″]
Mushroom Golem trumps Groot. Every time.
Can you feel me, because I am in your brain right now. What is Acadia trying to say? It’s like a circus horse clomping his hooves on the ground to spell out words.
But with pictures.
I have my Thinking Cap on… CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.
::gets distracted, wanders away::
I can’t follow the logic with the rest of this collection. Something about scary food? And skeletons? And creepy stalkers? And underwear?
I keep on thinking that if you cooked that monster it would make a hell of a Captain’s Plate
It was a dark and stormy night.
Acadia felt stuck between a rock and a hard place, and another hard place. That’s two hard places and a rock if you’re keeping track. And possibly a goat.
He felt conflicted… should he move Gallery Headquarters from the creepy mansion to the creepily familiar mansion? (Or from the creepily familiar one to the just plain creepy one, it is unclear.)
As always, he was trying hard to avoid his responsibilities, despite knowing full well it was going to bite him in the ass.
Halloween was coming and there was a party to plan, but as his (bad) luck would have it, some fat guy ate all the sandwiches. And who can think when they’re hungry? Much less save the Earth.
He stopped at the store for more food. Oddly enough, Audrey Hepburn was there. After reminding her that fawns don’t like graham crackers, he backed away, so startled by her return from the dead that he left, without food.
He was slowly starving.
Desperate for sustenance, he broke into the nearest house, where a woman in her underwear was admiring her new hair-don’t. She saw him in her mirror and fled out the door, jumped into her car, and Acadia followed. He grabbed onto the back of the car as she raced down the driveway.
She had more gas than he anticipated. He starved even more.
He was just bones now, not even skin and bones. Just bones. The realization of this hit him in the groin like a third strike dead center over the plate.
There would be no talking his way out of this one.
A is for Acadia who died of hunger.
Angela Mia is winning and I am now doing this every week!