Drivel.

May 4th, 2009

I’d like to note that I’ve passed a personal goal of mine, outlined under post number one – that of making more than ten posts before breaking down into a useless heap of apathy and cardboard. Technically, I equalled ten two weeks ago and passed it last week – but hey, close enough. It’s not necessarily better late than never, and the early bird eats worms. It takes fewer brain cells to smile than to frown. While I’m debunking random things, do is not a deer, a female deer, it is a notey musicish thingy, saving for a rainy day is stupid when you could save for a house somewhere eternally sunny, and laughter is only medicine insofar as it makes you feel better, possibly lowering your blood pressure. You still shouldn’t cry over spilt milk, though. I mean really, if you’re that attached to your beverages I’d seek help. Spilt ice cream, however, is worth weeping for.

To commemorate this occasion, here, in hopes of redeeming the past few pictures of selachians that have appeared on this webby thingy, is a picture of a shark that knows no lulz.

Most certainly not a lolshark.

Most certainly not a lolshark.

Ain’t he cute? Now, because moderation in all things is an admirable goal, here’s a contrast:

Show this to those that claim that dolphins are cute.  SHOW THEM.

Show this to those that claim that dolphins are cute. SHOW THEM.

And finally, because moderation in all things also applies to moderation, enjoy a soulless monstrosity.

There is no God.  There is only the lolshark.

There is no God. There is only the lolshark.

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