All that matters is family, friends, and yadda yadda yadda, with or without whipped cream.

I wonder if giant pandas ever rip off people’s heads and eat them whole.

Wait a minute… this knight is a girl? Something’s not right with that. I was under the impression that in medieval times women could only grow up to be wives and wenches.

They told her she would never dance professionally. They were wrong.

The last time a distress call woke me up from C-Sleep it was because my pet pug (Sir Albert of Pugshire) had gotten his head stuck in an empty peanut butter jar again. The sound isn’t so much like a siren, but more so like a piglet drinking a milkshake with a Darth Vader helmet on.

I don’t remember the training montage being this long… or leggy.

After he read my last post for this series, my therapist had me over for an emergency Rorschach test. And let me tell you guys, the results were not the breast.

Watch out guys, we got a badass over here.

Making monkeys? What a coincidence, that just happens to be in my top 3 list of things to make. The other 2 things are of course nutella crepes, and whoopie.

If the fireworks here were this good then maybe I wouldn’t have stayed at home and watched a video of last year’s fireworks in my underwear.

Well it’s the last post of 2011, so I thought I would link to the most popular game on DYOG from 2011. Any ideas what it was? (and no, it wasn’t Twilight Manicure).

Here’s your entire year on the Internet compressed in to three and a half minutes.

I have a feeling these Creeper World games are multiplying rapidly by binary fission, and I’m concerned they’re mutating so fast that they’ll soon merge with the swine flu virus in order to form a super virus. Maybe somebody should call the CDC? I’d phone them myself but they blocked my number in 2007.

This dog is more relaxed than I have ever been in my entire life.