I Want A Dinosaur

Or in this case, a man in a very convincing dinosaur suit.


Or maybe I could BE the man inside the convincing dinosaur suit!
I don't have a job yet, it could happen.

Aw, who am I kidding? You'd probably have to work your way up to that position, probably by wearing one of those lame Ankylosaurus dinosaur costumes.

Damn you Ankylosaurus. Don't you realize you're the bastard child of all the dinosaurs? I didn't even know your name until I did a google search for the worst dinosaur. Do you understand how many images of Barney I had to sift through??
No. No you don't. Because your brain is the size of a peanut.

But... I love you Ankylosaurus.
Sure, you can't spit acid, or bite people in half, or open doors and kill Samuel L. Jackson, but you do have a club at the end of your tail. And doesn't that count for something?

No. No it doesn't.

Now hold still so I can ride you.

1 comment:

Tiffany said...

oh man zack,I'm dying laughing. How do you get it so right every time? If you haven't noticed I'm getting caught up on reading all your blogs. So bear with me while I read them and post my sisterly love.