Excuse me, you’re in my shot…
Look, I didn’t want to say this in front of her, but my little sister is getting really clingy. I can’t get a moment to myself; it’s always “Hey, whatcha reading?” or “Hey, whatcha playing” and maybe you can find something for her to do so that and she’s behind me, isn’t she?
Can I be in your pichur? I like to be in pichurs! By the way, what is a pichur? Is pichur a food?
Gotta tell ya, I had one heck of a time getting these two together. In the end I went with the old “wrapping the leash around the legs” trick, just like in the movies. But it was totally worth it, though.
While I’m on vacation, please enjoy this repeat of a top-upvoted post. Keep sending cute links to submissions@cutetropolis.com! — Mike
(So this is what she wants. Some lanky dreamboat with a nice smile and a desk job at some insurance company. What’s he got that I haven’t got? Besides a neck?)
(Can he give you true freedom? Can he show you the thrill of standing atop a raging waterfall and snatching salmon from the air like a god? Has he ever stared at the stars on a clear forest night and just watched them sparkle like they were there just for us? Have you forgotten, Becky? Didn’t that night mean anything?)
(Well, I hope this makes you happy. I hope you like your cookie-cutter ranch house with your two-point-seven children screaming dusk til dawn while you wait for Prince Charming to come home from a hard day of butt-kissing. Have a good life.)
I give it a year, Andrew Y. (via Mashable)