Clandestine meeting of the creepy, curly-haired demons
Pardon the alliteration, but I fall back on stylistic devises when I’m frightened. I was visiting my uncle’s house, when I took a quick glance out the dining room window and saw this:
I wasn’t aware that garden statues had the ability to assemble in groups (are they female? Perhaps it’s a harem). I always figured them a zombie-like race: seemingly deadly, but ultimately harmless because they lacked the ability to get organized - essentially just blank eyes loitering in the outdoors. This bunch, however, clearly has it together. Who knows what they’re planning, but odds are no good will come of it. The one on the end, staring in the window is particularly disturbing. I’m guessing this is the Bilbo Baggins-type character about to be sent into the house to snatch the treasure. Is that treasure food? Drink? A waterproof outer layer for protection against the cold winter night? I suspect that their intentions are far worse. I think they may be after our pupils. Or even our irises.
If anyone has any thoughts or suggestions that would ease my paranoia, please write. (Except those people named Mindy and Sal that keep commenting on my need for Viagra and hot market tips. Me no want. )
March 1st, 2007 at 12:37 pm
[...] Dude, that image is bloody creepy. [...]
March 1st, 2007 at 4:51 pm
Maybe they’re casing the joint for a heist that, unbelievably, saves humanity from evil by deciphering the Bush family’s secret, generation-spanning ice cream recipe and involves clandestine meetings with aliens from outer space.
March 1st, 2007 at 5:08 pm
“deciphering the Bush family’s secret, generation-spanning ice cream recipe”
This particularly illusive flavour of ice cream will hence-forth be referred to as ‘Fudge-Packed Nuts’