You guys, sometimes messing with Cones is the only way I can get through the day.
Today, she suggested we address the fact that our posts are totally random lately. I believe the word she used is “schizo” but unlike her I have a great deal of respect for those challenged in the mental health department.
I mean, come on. Admit it. You saw that first picture and your heart gave a little lurch, didn’t it?
You’d scroll down, hoping there was some kind of point.
Check the URL, wonder if you hit Stumble by accident and someone changed your preferences to include Mystical and Magical MAGIC and you ended up here by mistake?
Sorry. Can’t help you. Nothing here but unicorns.
Ok, well. Now I feel kind of bad. I mean, you do come here for SOME kind of substance.
The Unicorns. Are a band. They rock. I recommend them. Look how cute they are! Like all “That’s us!” in the laundromat. Love it. Except they’ve broken up. I think. But they’re alive in my heart.
And this is amazing but you’ve probably already seen it because that’s how “on the pulse” you are, you cheeky monkey. Watch it again. I’m going to go hide in Cones’ email so I can see her face when she reads this.