The wyrdsmiths have a tradition of buying a round of drinks for the group when we sell a story or book. Since our venue is a coffee house this is generally a coffee related beverage or occasionally a beer. But there are time when you want neither caffeine nor alcohol. On those occasions I will often get an Orangina, a habit picked up from Bill Henry. It's never seemed the least bit out of the ordinary until I saw the following ad. My view of the beverage is forever changed by what I can only call:
Orangina Phatasmagoria as imagined by Furry Enthusiasts on a Binge.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
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There are no words for this. Especially with a broken jaw (y'know, from when it hit the floor).
(Quick, someone post some cat photos!)
Oh. My.
Erp.
Great. How am I going to write now that I've gouged out my own eyes?
The comments were enough. I'm not clicking the link. You people can't make me!
Clearly, not all CGI is used for Good.
That is SO wrong.
Oh, come on, Kelly X. Think of it as a bonding experience. Like boot camp.
Ow. Ow. Ow.
OW!
McCullough, you... you... you'll know what I mean from now on when I say "Oh, go get an Orangina!"
And it'll be all. Your. Fault.
X-the moment from Bug's Life seems apropos here:
Bug 1, Don't go to the light!
Bug 2, But it's _so beautiful._
It really is, in a filmed completely in disturborama sort of way.
Stephanie: bonding? Or bondage? ;)
Y: Dude. Now I do want to click. But no. Must ... resist ... peer ... pressure ...
X, is there something you know that I don't about boot camp?
Stephanie: Um. Maybe. What boot camp did you go to again?
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