Showing posts with label Not my proudest moment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Not my proudest moment. Show all posts

Friday, April 6, 2012

Not my proudest moment: Popcorn edition

Say friend, what have you got there?
Popcorn?
Well, make sure to exhibit proper dining etiquette, like a gentleham.
Umm...

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Finding Faromir

Why hello there young'ns. It is with great pleasure that I introduce our newest segment, Finding Faromir.
Our inaugural episode finds our neophyte voyager encountering freedom. Will he frolic off into the sunset?
Well, at least he picked up a souvenir blanket.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Free range hamster: beyond the glory

Hello pater - would it be possible for me to get some time in the yard today?
Sorry son, you know we can only let one of you out at a time, and we both know what a free range hamster your brother is...
... And now for a special report:
Hamhead, the free range hamster. Beyond the glory!
* Grumble *
What is this? No cameras allowed!
Some privacy please!

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Hamhead and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Sometimes the paparazzi try to take embarrassing photos of me.
Well, too bad!
Photo shop is closed!
I mean it. Go away!
Wait... what is this? Apple covered in nummy nummy? Seems suspicious, but...
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Friday, April 1, 2011

Your cameras are useless!

How would you like it if people posted embarrassing photos of you online? It is a good thing that I am too fast for photos!
And I am a master of camouflage.
And I can always just hide in the dark. Your cameras are no match for me!
Wait ~ what is this?
Well, nothing I can't outrun...
...
Hiding from the paparazzi, one works up quite an appetite. Is that a pube in the corner?
Ahh, I give up.
Not my proudest moment: Flash photography edition

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Disgraces

Ooh ~ an apple! ...
... Doh. Don't tell me you've never gone out in public with TP stuck to your pants!
Besides, only a sophisticated ham would know how to use toilet paper in the first place. A static-sponsored disgrace!
Oh, and now you've done it.
I am NOT Oolong. A horticultural disgrace!
I DRINK your cucumber milkshake!!
I drink it up!!!
Mahter always says I look like a prairie dog. A mistaken-identity disgrace.
And now I plot my revenge.