Thursday, December 25, 2008

A Fellow for my Bed

Bobby pouts because he didn't get what he wanted for Christmas.
After too much Christmas cheer, he needs to lean on the car to stop himself falling over.
He goes cross-eyed trying to focus on his own lovely eyelashes.
As usual he heeds his hands to describe things.
"I tell you, they were this big."
Eames grows longer arms in an effort to beat Bobby to the door.
Bobby is shocked at the deformity.
The Python struggles to escape its restraints.

10 comments:

  1. It's so sad when you have to be a turkey to get stuffed at christmas.
    Serves us right for being choosy, LOL.
    Just got this mental image of VDO as a sex dispensing santa doing the rounds on christmas eve.LOL

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  2. ah! python! thats not been around for a while! thankgoodness back to the real world!!!

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  3. Set The Python Free! Set The Python Free!

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  4. Anonymous10:00 pm

    Yeah, I've been a little behind on checking here; I've got an annoying cold and a sore throat.

    That shocked-Bobby face after Eames "grows" long arms is hilarious.

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  5. Should we start a petition to free the python? LOL

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  6. That poor python ... it just does NOT like being cooped up, does it? LOL

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  7. Such a shame Bobby didn't get what he wanted for Christmas...if he'd been here we'd hve both got more thn we wished for :-D

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  8. Anonymous10:36 am

    Even if the python is confined, it's so nice that it sometimes makes strenuous efforts to 'wave' to us - bless it (and him!)

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  9. i will sign up music wench's petition!

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  10. Anonymous5:02 pm

    ;)));)))
    Bobby for Christmas...with a bow,in his undies...under my tree...what else!!

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