Presenting- Rocket Turtle

Well, I haven't gotten the pics and vids for the trebuchet yet, so I guess I'll go back to what I was doing. That is, its time to continue our tour though my mind via my pictures.

Up next is a picture telling the story of a turtle that is sick and tired of going slow. He wants to go fast. Blazing fast. Really super duper blazing fast. Like that fast that you know you should slow down, but want to keep going faster. Like that fast. But even faster. So, how did he solve this dilemma? Like any well educated reptile would: by strapping a rocket to his back.

So, with out further ado, I present Rocket Turtle.

OK, so on further review, it's more of a jet than a rocket. But he's a turtle, how is he supposed to know the difference? I mean, its not like he went to college or anything. He couldn't exactly fill out the applications considering he hasn't got any thumbs! But know, you all expect him to have a rocket, and he's got a jet instead, and that just isn't good enough for you. Well, at least he's trying. Can't you at least give him that? I mean, come one! Have you ever strapped a jet to your back? I didn't think so.

That's it for now. We're getting close to the end here, so I probably need to try and come up with some new stuff. Adios.

I H8 Bees

Ok, my grandparents are in town so I may not be able to get on every day. So I'll give y'all a new picture tonight.

This is my favorite picture. I may have said that about one of my others already, but this one tops that. This picture is so awesome, it has two names. FireMan and I Hate Bees. Frankly, I hate all insects, since an incident when I was three where some carpenter ants decided that my bed made a nice apartment.

So, here it is, I Hate Bees:
In this picture, we see the aftermath of an innocent young man coming across some evil, murderous bees. They have lit him on fire, and are chasing him around with an axe. They are furry little manifestations of pure evil. And buzziness. Can't trust 'em. Flying around in stripes, stealing pollen, selling tooth-rotting honey to innocent young children. Dying when they sting you. Its a conspiracy I tell you! They'll turn you into one of them! That's just what we need, a bunch of Zombees (get it?). Ok, so puns aren't funny. But still, you probably get my point. I don't like bees. I mean, look what they did to this guy! And no, I don't know how they lit him on fire, or where they found the axe, or how they're chasing him with it. Its because they're evil.


Bees are evil.