Whomped...
Apr. 15th, 2008 06:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
After spending an absolutely deeeeeeelightful day on the road with both Aunt Tudi and Llew, the first thing I did when I got them home was blow up my Whomp It and apply it to their brain pans. I plan on doing this repeatedly until it does one of two things: makes me feel better or kills the two of them. My bets are currently on the latter, despite the Whomp It being a bit a blow-up plastic, like a beach ball, but different.


Then again, I do have a third option that I only just considered: I could whomp myself in the head repeatedly until I either feel better or die, which would also make me feel loads and gobs better than just feeling merely better better.


Then again, I do have a third option that I only just considered: I could whomp myself in the head repeatedly until I either feel better or die, which would also make me feel loads and gobs better than just feeling merely better better.
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Date: 2008-04-15 10:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-15 11:16 pm (UTC)You're a bad Tin! A bad, bad Tin!
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Date: 2008-04-15 11:33 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-04-16 02:58 am (UTC)Poor Llew...he looks so sad and contrite...
Aunt Tudi looks like she's smirking at your lame efforts to whomp her whilst she's planning her devious plot for world domination.
*nod*
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Date: 2008-04-16 03:48 am (UTC)(That is actually an image of the one I own, that I affectionately refer to as Mr War Hammer.
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Date: 2008-04-16 12:32 pm (UTC)Myst
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