My hair totally doesn’t look like that.

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This is Kevin’s depiction of our game of hangman we played whilst waiting for our nachos last night.  Legend:

Upper left:  Uppity is dropped from a great height, causing her body to sever from her head.

Upper right: The Big Hand(s) of God.

Middle:  Preacher. Zot. ‘Nuff said.

Lower right:  A spectator reacts to the spectacle; someone named “Fifi” (wearing a cheerleadng skirt) consoles a tearful Kevin.

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6 Responses to My hair totally doesn’t look like that.

  1. Kevin says:

    So this makes me look pretty damn mean. I mean, who else would draw such a horrible end for their sweetie? Who would draw a priest being struck by lightning while a deformed deity flips off the crowd? I’ll tell you who. Someone who is tired of waiting for their sweetie to put down the beer and guess another letter. That’s who. Hangman is a fast-paced game. If you slow it down, you have to expect such shenanigans to take place.

    At least I’m tearful.

  2. bayushi says:

    um… shouldn’t the Politically Correct term be Hang-Person?

    Food for thought. Food. MMM. I could use some nachos about now…

    Anyway…

    XD

  3. Pogonip says:

    It’s clear that a certain engineer has no future in the art world.

  4. James Hearn says:

    When Jennifer’s head pops off, I’m hoping there’s a fifi around to console me. I’ll totally need it.

  5. Uppity says:

    Kevin, patience is a virtue. As is good beer.

    Bayushi, yes, Hang-person is much better. God knows I wouldn’t want to discriminate against hung women! Wait, that didn’t come out right…

    Pogo, good thing he’s content to be a cube-bound wage slave like the rest of us.

    James, given that both Jennifer and I can out-run either of you, should you come at us with a noose or a preacher, you and Kev can rest assured that no Fifis will be needed.

  6. Darlene says:

    Nope, tearful doesn’t count if you’re being comforted by a cheerleader named Fifi!

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