… is getting to pretend that I am a narwhal while using it.
Thank God we still have pencils, Tootsie Pops, and straws.
On a less tangential note, I will bust my ass tomorrow writing the winning story for that night. Voting ends whenever I get up in the morning and start to count. Although, let’s be honest, no amount of words I can ever produce will replace the empitness that lives inside each of us that we were born without some kind of awesome horn protruding from our foreheads to spear fish.
It is a tooth not a horn. A big buck tooth. Give it some thick glasses and a pocket protector it’ll be the Nerd of the Whale world.
http://shirt.woot.com/Blog/ViewEntry.aspx?Id=7640
Follow link to the best narwhal shirt ever. I don’t understand it, but it made me laugh for a solid 3 minutes.
Were you exceptionally large when you were born? I was wondering why your clavicle broke.
(My husband was 10 lbs and 1 ounce when he was born, and his mom died during childbirth.)
@Eric
I don’t care what it is, but I choose to call it a Nar.
@Jessica
I so want one of those.
@Melanie
11 lbs. 3 oz.
I cant get my arms up high enough to comb my hair but my biceps won’t go more than a couple of degrees over my shoulders unless forced by something else.
Odd creatures, Narwhals. I always wondered how – after they’ve skewered something to eat – how the get it off the horn / tooth / long sharp thingy to eat what they’ve skewered?
@60613
I don’t know how they eat whatever they harpoon (or if they really harpoon anything) all I know is that I want a giant Nar sticking out of my mouth or head. How sweet would that be?
I’ll send you one. The only catch is, I need a picture of you wearing it while frowning with a fake narwhal tusk in your mouth. It’ll tie together the disapproval nicely.