This is the ONE thing Mr Bunches wants you to know about him. (Life With Unicorns)

Today I got to have lunch with Mr Bunches at his school.  While I was waiting for him to come out of the class, I looked at the latest projects the kids had done. The assignment was to write, on a computer, a sentence beginning with "The most important thing about me is..." and then finish the sentence and draw a picture of that thing.

Some kids said their most important thing was that they were nice, or that they took care of their dog or other pet. (Three pets were frogs. Is that the hot new pet? Because I was thinking turtle.)  One kid said the most important thing about him was that he eats peanut butter & jelly.  (NAILED IT.)

Then there was Mr Bunches' sign:

Which also? I'm not sure it's even true.

My favorite is that the spider appears pretty nonplussed about Mr Bunches' love for him.

Looking for a post? Click the picture to read what I posted today on Me, Annotated:

To The Bomb Shelters, Everyone! (Updates On Civilization)

With Civilization surviving Miley Cyrus -- just barely

*shudders, remembers how we all had to huddle in the doorways of abandoned skyscrapers as tumbleweeds blew past driven by the fiery winds of a scorched Earth roamed by half-men, crazed by the loss of innocence, wielding nicked swords fashioned from sharpened fenceposts, children crying as they were mowed down by herds of saber-toothed tigers, all because someone twerked on TV...*

*in my fan fiction at least*

Where was I? Oh, yeah: Civilization barely got past Twerkgate, and without even a chance to catch our breath and hope that Burger King's new McRib knockoff inspires a fake-rib-sandwich war like the glorious $5 Pizza Battles of 2007, we...

*takes a moment to stop drooling*

Let's get on with this. Here is the latest

Threat To Civilization As We Know It!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?!!!!!!!!!!!!

...men's boxers:




That is a K-Mart commercial, and lest you miss what is so incredibly disturbing about it that I probably should have burned the Internet before I showed it to you, let me quote from Huffington Post's article about this ad:

The men squat down and begin shaking their booties to the song "Jingle Bells." The typical interpretation of their actions is that the men's testicles are swinging in their shorts, thus creating the bell sounds.

"[T]he typical interpretation of their action..." SO, question 1:

What's wrong with me? I watched that and thought the joke was that they had put the bells in their pants.  I mean, I get it: bells, so veeeeeeeeery close to... HECK I'LL SAY IT:

balls.

I mean I get it but I didn't think that the junk was making the sounds.  As such, this commercial for me didn't portend the end of civilization so much as just continue to demonstrate that I am a social pariah.

The commercial has been branded "brash, ugly," and " disgustingly uncaring," (all by the same person), and it's that last one that really got me wondering the following wonderments:

1. Is it possible that until this commercial, K-Mart did care about... stuff?
2. What does the commercial demonstrate K-Mart doesn't care about?
3. Could it be that Testicular  Bells is a real condition and the commenter is disgusted by K-Mart's cavalier attitude towards this heartrending syndrome?
4.  How awesome is it that I managed to come up with "Testicular Bells?"

You all know what I'm talking about, right?




That song is not actually called "Tubular Bells," but if you listen to it, Snape says "And... tubular bells," which is totally awesome and if you listen to the song you have to pantomime hitting a tubular bell when they actually hit them.   TRY IT, IT'S FUN.

I got a little distracted there again.  Anyway, civilization is dying, etc. etc. pretty soon hyenas will dine on our sun-scorched bones, etc etc you get the drift.