I am the Queen of France. *bumbumbumduhbumbum*

Mar 01, 2006 19:46

I reveled!

AKA I'd forgotten how much fun it was to go to Mardi Gras and catch cheap plastic beads and cheap plastic cups, and wear a gold, purple and green tiara.

Also: drink mango rum, beer and wine-aritas with the family.

But that's not important right now. What's important is that my sister (JACKIE I'M GOING TO KILL YOU) sent me this horrible, horrible package in the mail. Imagine a great big, person-sized song book named Psalty and his friend the creepy singing, high-pitched rat. Telling Bible stories.

Veggie Tales is twenty thousand times less creepy, because seriously.

OMG I JUST FOUND OUT THAT THE RAT'S NAME IS CHARITY CHURCHMOUSE. The website doesn't show how awful it was because they've since gotten rid of the people in costumes and just made them cartoons. I still have scars.

mardi gras, creepy

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