So I bring you the first in what is sure to be a long, looong line of photoshop abominations.
Last night I totally couldn't sleep and in that strange state where you are thinking, but it's not exactly coherent and you can't quite control it, my inner monologue went something like this:
"At least we scored against the... meows. Meooooooooow. Meeeeeeeeeeow. We should separate out all the catboys, like Mike Richards..."
So because my subconscious thinks he is a catboy, I present the following.
Fig. 1- Captain Catboy
You know you want a piece of that, you dirty furry.
THERE. Now you are sufficiently cheered up.
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