Greetings, salutations, infestations and expectations, exalted ones.
Tonight was supposed to be dedicated to fulfilling my day late Sunday: Short-Long Stories of the Picture Poll obligation (ok, ok..I’ll stop rhyming) that I was unable to complete yesterday due to my environment.
But it appears we are at a draw. Two of the three photos are deadlocked. And this brings about a whole other dilemma as tomorrow is Tuesday, meaning that there should, theoretically, be another new poll tomorrow.
For reals, for reals you guys. I’m really at a loss here. AND today is a 2 day on my 5:2 diet meaning I don’t think I have enough brain power left to sort this all out right now as I’ve only consumed 300 calories today…
So here’s what we’ll do.
So far, approximately 30 of you have ‘liked’ the photo yet only 20 of you have voted, meaning SOMEONE isn’t actually READING the post, but just skimming down to the photos and hitting “like”.
I get it.
Reading is hard.
But, there also happens to be a pretty amazing story about a Swedish holiday where you have to eat cake or a Mexican guy called The Jesus comes back as a zombie and beats you with rice.
You can’t make this stuff up.
Or, you totally can to scare people into eating cake, and then you can sell it to the masses.
Either way, you should be eating cake.
So I need those of you who have NOT voted yet to run over there real quick (relax, there’s no actual running involved…just click the link when prompted) and vote for
which photo you want me to write a story about. ( <— there’s your prompt.)
Who knows, you may even learn a thing or two.
But it’s more likely you’ll just walk away more stupid than when we started.
Either way…. cake.
Back to the photo challenge at large. Today’s challenge is “A friend”.
As I’m fairly certain none of my friends would appreciate my posting pictures of them, I will instead, a la ‘Sweeney Todd’ (incidentally, one of my Johnny Depp tattoos), post you a picture of my weapons. The soundtrack includes a song called “My Friends” about his razors and how much he missed them while he was away and how now he’s home and they’re together and will kill people together and he’s glad that his razors waited for him and my swords are like my razors and therefore my friends, and none of that is weird. Shut up. I have swords and know how to use them.