Anyways, Ultra Ninja's first War on Christmas is playing out classically. See, teh troo meaning of X-mas isn't teh crass consumerism and teh comforts you get from material things. Here she is, finding no joy in her mountain of toys:
No, teh troo meaning of X-mas is being in constant agony and suffering and sharing the exquisite pain with your fambly. She's teething. Again. The middle two on teh bottom broke through a month ago and were separated by just a few days. Good times. They're now both fully out as you can see in this perfectly focused and crystal clear image:
Her third tooth broke through a couple days ago, and according to her pattern, it's matched partner is just at the surface right now. Looks like she'll be getting her two front teef for Christmas - and bugger-all else* unless she lets her parents have a minute or two of sleep.
*Just kidding. She's actually getting a pony - free-range, grass-fed and ready for the grill.
2 comments:
Perhaps you get no kick from champagne?
Try a Bloody Caesar!
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NEEDS MOAR ENNUI.
Also, AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
I still say the drumstick move is just more fancy showin' off before real rockin' begins.
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