Snorted water and them went to get the bourbon. Going out in style!
It took me five minutes to stop laughing. I'm about to start again.
Only your magic underwear can save you from the Ogden alpaca lips now!
I am so stealing this!
They're especially scary en masse, with poodle cuts. My grades are due the day the world ends. I'm not quite sure what to make of that, but I'm going ahead and grading nonetheless. If the world does end, I will regret spending the last weeks this way -- or perhaps not, depending on whether my consciousness, and hence my capacity to regret, continues beyond the end of the world. Is that supposed to happen? I haven't really read up on the alpacalypse.
Any chance the world will actually end when the CM counter hits five million (but before we can eat the alpaci)? There seems to be a convergence (confluence?) of themes here -- very thought-provoking.