From Doc Weasel:Behold!  The Protein Wisdom Flaming Armadillo of Death!!!
UPDATE: Flaming Dillo Boutique–just in time for Mother’s Day
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From Doc Weasel:Behold!  The Protein Wisdom Flaming Armadillo of Death!!!
UPDATE: Flaming Dillo Boutique–just in time for Mother’s DayÂÂ
breathtaking!
Straight out of a flame war. Prophetic!
Walter Sobchak: Also, let’s not forget – let’s NOT forget, Dude – that keeping wildlife, an amphibious rodent, for uh, domestic, you know, within the city – that aint legal either.
The Dude: What are you, a fucking park ranger now?
Walter Sobchak: No, I’m…
The Dude: Who gives a shit about the marmot^H^H^H^H^H^Harmidillo!
Someone throw some water on him. He’s so soaked with alcohol he might explode or something.
He’s got a mean look in his eye.
That’s hot. Is the little guy just burning off the fumes from his escapades? Otherwise, that’ll hurt after a while.
Holy hell, that’s beautiful!
That is very dark. So angry! So hungry… *
Maybe it’s just me, but is that a vaguely Cool Hand Luke look in his eye?
Terms of use, Dan?
Because otherwise I’m gonna make up some highly questionable story about some wild-eyed racist cursing preacherman, befriend him to a controversial leftist candidate of color for national office or something, and haphazardly post said ‘dillo as pw’s own flaming skull. Just because I can.
As it was given to me, so do I give it to you.
How come these girls never come to my house anymore?
And, when once in a blue moon they do show up, why do they alwats keep their pants on?
It’s just not fair…
Snooty bims!
I barely even ate anything this weekend. Well, on the plus side, I don’t have so much energy to use for anger, so I’m more docile now.
Yeah, well, that is what they all say until the walls won’t stop staring at them.
Seriously, ‘feets, sometimes your shit is scary.
So now Collins has the ‘dillo, too?
The end, it is near.
Cool graphic, though.
Perfect. The motherfucker is on fire and he’s still not dancing. Either he’s got bigger balls than Richard Pryor or there’s peyote involved.
Dancing, burning, whatever. It’s close enough.
I think the whole idea of NOT having the armadillo dance is —
— ah, who cares. It’s out of my hands.
The armadillo shouldn’t be flaming unless he’s drunkenly stumbling out of a fireplace he drunkenly stumbled into — and while that may look like dancing, it isn’t, dammit.
Dammit.
I will not click. I will diminish and pass into the west and remain happyfeet I think.
the Cafe press link says “session expired”, which is kinda icky
Don’t worry, Jeff. All I have is a representation of the ‘dillo, whereas you . . .
let’s just say it’s the difference between eidolon and ikon.
Is that all the Inle of the Moon we get? That’s like eating one Peanut M&M.
The boutique link goes to a login page, not a public store page.
28 comments and nobody clicked it to find that out?
It was moot.
hf: Aiya Earendil Elenion Ancalima!
Dan only does wet t-shirts.
Ahhh, the prehistoric ‘dillo version. Circa December ’07.
Hey, that coffee mug is retired, to the china cabinet. With the good stuff.
Yeah, but if you take that one out and count mine, it was still 28 comments.
<slinks away grumbling>
And I notice Dan still hasn’t corrected the link.
The link has been changed but it still doesn’t work.
Now fix it right, Dan, or I shall heckle you a second time!
So how ’bout it, Dan? Are you going to make the dancing armadillo that I asked not dance the mascot of your blog?
Docweasel thinks you should.
docweasel just doesn’t understand the ‘dillo dynamic, Jeff.
Everyone who’s been around here long knows the Shelled One belongs to you.
Noone else understands its peculiar dietary requirements quite like you…and the litter box? Sorry, my brother, but that’s just an enormous deal breaker.
I am forgotten, but not gone.
This ain’t Footloose and you ain’t Lori Singer. ;) No really you’re not.
I always forget the nose. I think I need a special keyboard or something.
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Get serious, willya.
Listen, at this point I’m well over it. I made it as NOTHING but a joke, something fun to send to Dan to laugh at.
He decided to make a tshirt shop, as a graphic artist I wanted to do better than that because I didn’t think it fit as a t-shirt design, I never intended it for that, and I wanted to do better for the man. All the sudden Jeff comes in, deleting links, attacking me for making a wussified logo and trying to force protein wisdom to use it. Which is all stupid and in no way the spirit in which any of this was intended, which was FRIENDLINESS.
Also, I seriously doubt he’s even looked at the logo he’s castigating as being gay, feminine, pussified, etc. You look at it and tell me.
I’m far past caring if anyone uses it or not. I send something as a joke to a blogger I admire and it all turns to shit. I’m pretty disgusted.
What do you mean, Doc? I haven’t said anything about it.
and my time is a piece of wax fallin’ on a termite and also it’s still cheaper than cable, mr. docweasel. that dillo sure looked like it was on fire I thought.
Really though if you’re gonna make a narrative of it there should be the part where the kick-ass chick unsheathes a grapefruit knife, slowly…
Pussified? Huh?
I said I liked the graphic. At least, I thought I did.
Didn’t I?
I think you’re missing the bigger picture here, Doc Weasel. Which isn’t really your fault. But there you have it.
I blame blog grammar.
i think theres a poem in this
maybe with some uppercase
and punctuation
Back in the day, Pablo.
Now? Every poem is like an epitaph.
Oh, God! I’ve become SPAM! I won a contest once. True story.
Either that, or I’ve been banned.
every daybreak is a harbinger of doom
Aw, fuck. They’re better when you do ’em.
just a quick hello and congratulations to your nice website ! i’ll visit you again!