SHEW. Thank goodness that’s out of my system. Back to eating babies!

I’ve been ever so good this year. Just give me this kitty and I swear I won’t eat any more babies, human or otherwise.

{source: current, by way of the fantesticle iam1cuteboy}

So true! Now if only I could remember my Xanga password so I could blog it…

{source: Bit Rebels, by way of Digg}

This is the most valuable things you will learn all day. WHO’S READY FOR LUNCH!

{source: xkcd}

I’ll totally give my right kidney for you, pal. Not the left one though, that’s my private stash.

{source: the fantesticle, iam1cuteboy}

VOTE NO ON TRESPASSING 69!

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I like counting. And turtles.

GOD BLESS YOU, PEE-WEE HERMAN.

{source: Struck/Axiom}

*Swoon!* I want to lean on his chest, take a rest, do my best. Bebe gaurl. Ah, ha!

As it’s a mere two days before my favorite of all pagan holidays, Halloween, I’ve been doing as all American do this time of year – watching a lot of Ghostbusters and Ghostbusters II via Netflix ondemand. I’ve come to realize that this is one of those times I especially wish I had a time machine, because I would go back to 1989 and punch my kid self in the face for liking Ghostbusters II over Ghostbusters, but that’s a whole different self-hating story.

But seeing as I love to hate Ghostbusters II so much, I’ve found the following nuggets that make my Slimer giggle (hey self, that sound disgusting, never say that again):

Bob Ross paints a happy little faux-Vigo:

Some dude paints a happy little real Vigo:

And because you’ll never play it because pretty much all movie NES games suck (speaking of time machines, I’m especially talking about you BTTF, though this video talking about how much you suck isn’t much better):

I would be remiss if I didn’t post the song of this blog title, Spirit. God bless you, buckingham, for reminding me of the brilliance that is Doug E. Fresh.