Saturday, 8 January 2011

Size Isn't Everything

Do you remember what I got for Christmas?


I thought very carefully about what to dip him in, including Patsy's Irn Brew suggestion, but after serious contemplation, and the worry about him ending up a tangerine bream, I popped him in a glass of Pinot Grigio. 



And he grew...


And now me eyesight's gone a wee bit squiffy!


Me finks I'm gonna call him Moobs.
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9 comments:

  1. Anonymous8 January 2011 at 21:54

    Well I'll be damned. I thought you'd taken up snake charming.

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  2. JJ Cocker8 January 2011 at 21:59

    This chap was slippy enough when I got him outta the glass!

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  3. Cecile Smutty Hussy8 January 2011 at 22:15

    All I can do is LMAO!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!
    I might have to invest in my own!!!

    Hugs to you honey!

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  4. JJ Cocker8 January 2011 at 22:19

    If I was in your neck of the woods, I wouldn't venture far away from those hunks you usually have spawled across your pages.

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  5. Houston A.W. Knight9 January 2011 at 01:24

    I'm with Cecile...ROTFLOL! He did grow but not in the right place. Tehehehehehe

    Hugs Sweetie
    Hawk

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  6. Apey10 January 2011 at 16:55

    Well hell...that's how I get a man!! I just go grow one!! LOL That is hilarious!! Although I am in the group that says size matters!!

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  7. JJ Cocker16 January 2011 at 16:18

    Absolutely, Kracken. He's 4 inches, now, and standing in a beer glass full of water. Don't want him troubled with brewer's droop when he's reached full size!

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  8. Patsy16 January 2011 at 16:23

    Maybe he's got a nice personality?

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  9. JJ Cocker16 January 2011 at 16:49

    Blub, blub, blub... is all he gasps from below the non tidal water, Patsy.

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