All I Got Left is My THREAD BOMBS!

ooh yeah I get it now

 

And it's only secondhand too. A friend of mine posted the original picture in his facebook feed. I captioned it as quickly as I could.

Personally, I think someone in the store did this deliberately, since the seasons on the price label match the DVD seasons. Seems too much of a coincidence to me.

 

^I think you might be right -- I just wished the underpaid shelve-stackers in my super-markets had this much humour!

 

It's not exactly the sort of beat-ification I had in mind, but...

 

Makes me think Jack Black would make a good Pope.

 

The current Pope could charm rodents to sleep with his singing voice. "Joseph Rat-Singer" they used to call him.

 

You stop that right now, young man! We'll have no Neroonery around here!

 

Rave Scenery, you mean.

 

Quiet you! Or I'll spill the beans about you, Barry Cryer, the three chickens and the surgical truss! (And the beans, obv.)

 

*feeling warm and fuzzies*

 

I HURR-DURR'd at the Golden Girls bomb!

 

What in the name of all that's holy is that?

(Actually, I probably don't want to know.)

*shudder*

 

Who needs aliens, when there are things like that...

 

My spidey sense is tingling, and by spidey sense, I mean my arachnophobia.

 

My spidey sense is never wrong, and by spidey sense, I of course mean my crippling arachnophobia.

 

They probably jump all over folks here when they're asleep.

Pull you pants down, sit on the toilet, and there's one ready to leap on your ass.

 

Thank Ghu for that.

I'll be over in the arachnophobia section with J. Allen...