Get My Good Side Or I'll Stab You

I'm so sick of myself. Things are so out of control over here that I actually narrated my actions in my head today as if I were writing a blog. This might have been more interesting if I had been sky diving or hiking to the peak of Mt. Everest,  but I was cooking down pumpkins and making pumpkin bread.
For this reason I was going to skip the blog tonight, but then I thought that wouldn't be very nice of me since if the Bills lose on Sunday, I'm going to make good on my promise to Trent and simply post the picture of him with frosted tips on Monday.

Do you hear that, Trent? FROSTED TIPS.

All right enough about me, pumpkins and Trent Edward's hair.

Today, if you don't mind, I'd love to hear how you would caption this photo:


Get my good side or I'll stab you


9 comments:

Anonymous said...

"No one may enter this kitchen"comes to mind.-mom-

Mr. Punk said...

"My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."
"Ni!"
"...I will not let the White City fall, nor our people fail."
"None shall pass."
"By the Power of Grayskull!"
"Sword of Omens, give me sight beyond sight!"

The Godfather said...

"what is that in the distance? It it he???....the man who has stolen my sunday's best?

fight me you wretched coward!"

coach said...

One thing.....................

HANDSOME!

Dione said...

Woman, give me pumpkin bread!

Anonymous said...

"Does this sword go with my shoes?" - CeCe

Punk said...

"They call me Ryan. I stand for honor, justice, and the liberty of Italians time immemorial to not wear pants."

The Football Wife said...

Confidence.

Mr. Punk said...

"You sir! Yes, you! Unhand my dignity at once!"