Meet my new friend! I've been feeling a little under the weather the past couple of weeks, and was in need of a huge dose of sumfin' retarded cute. Enter the panda. He looks a lot sadder than I expected him to, maybe it's because he's 100% acrylic? Oh c'mon, Knittah's just trying to keep sh!t washable, yo.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
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Ooooo...me want the panda!!
Sa-panda Micelli looks amazing. Don't let Chad McPann-da anywhere near the sink. You don't want Panda-la Bower or Tony Panda to find him there. They trusted you. That's something they'd expect from Mona.
Mona, not in front of Pand-athan.
Panda on the 1.
Panda on the 1.
I don't know what to panda.
Pa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaandaaaaa!
Kids today are all about the hippin and the hoppin and the bippin and the boppin, but they don't know about the panda.
Panda pudding pops.
(Memorable 1980s-sitcom-dialogue)+ (the word "panda") = Fits of hysteria.
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