It's Mo Monday!

When you really think about it, Vikings are pretty terrifying. Large, rage-filled men storming your land, taking whatever and whomever they want. Who wouldn't be afraid of that? 

Apparently Mo agrees. While he's pretty terrifying all on his own, taking on the mantle of viking makes him an absolute nightmare.
 

Great Caesar's Ghost!

We don't even know what to say right now. Words fail.

Comfort Inn is gone.

Fired.

Never to set foot in Tartarus again.

This means that our board of directors actually did something for a change. They actually responded to a personnel problem. Which they did not do when we were being verbally abused. Or Shoes refused to fulfill job requirements. In fact, we have no idea what prompted this decision. 

All we know is, last night the board had a meeting. Today we were told that the president of the board went to Comfort Inn's house this morning with the city detective to "give Comfort Inn the papers." What does this mean??? Has Comfort Inn done something illegal?

We are filled with burning questions.

If octopi were body builders

It's time once again for Stuff Out of Context. Today's line is:
My tentacle will have to be very strong.

It might need a bigger barbell.

 

It's Mo Monday!

In a Mr. Potato Head display of this size, you could hide a lot of things. Mo isn't one of them. In spite of his efforts, he's not particularly well hidden in this photo (though we admit he could be, given his color). It's a good thing, too. Nothing could be much worse than reaching onto a shelf for your favorite plastic potato only to come away with one less finger and a bad case of the rabies.
 

What's next? A spoonful of jello?

We haven't shown you a Tartarus refrigerator photo in a while. What we spied in there today is certainly noteworthy.

Unless we are mistaken that is, at most, two inches of banana. Who saves a bite of banana? If you really can't swallow one more bite of banana, throw it away. What are the chances it will taste any good in 24 hours?

Allow 6 to 8 weeks for delivery

It's time once again for Stuff Out of Context. Today's line is:
You need to order the special Sri Lankan dog killing juice in advance.

You know it's good because it's bubbly

It's Mo Monday!

Yes, we know. Valentine's Day was yesterday. We tried to tell Mo that. He didn't care. He seems to be of the opinion that the calendar should change to suit his desires. He also doesn't seem to understand the intent of the holiday. But there's no arguing with a homicidal squirrel.
 

We are not yo-yos

We're becoming increasingly frustrated with Comfort Inn who seems to be in love with changing policy. We don't deny that, as the boss, she can change pretty much whatever policy she likes (given board approval). The problem is, once she gets said approval she changes policy at will. We're talking daily. 

With no notice.

Seriously, we'll be doing something according to the old rule and Comfort Inn comes along and yells at us for not acting according to the new rule. The one she has yet to tell us about. And the next day she changes it again, also with no notice.

We can't take much more of this yanking back and forth.

 

Not the most terrifying of hybrids

It's time once again for Stuff Out of Context. Today's line is:
Lick my skin. It could be snake, it could be llama.

 

You have to wonder what sort of noise it would make.

It's Mo Monday!

We don't trust this picture. In it, Mo seems to acting on an altruistic impulse. It looks good, but we've never known Mo to act in anyone's interest but his own. We can't help but wonder if he has plans to set some fires. We're only surprised that he we would do anything but watch the whole world burn.

Don't cry over late milk

Today, Comfort Inn demanded that everyone on staff change their lunch times. Lunches are now offset by half an hour. Why? We have no idea. Sure it's stupid but its a relatively harmless change.

What makes this story noteworthy is the way Opie responded to being told that he must change his lunch hour. Apparently, having to go to lunch at 12:30 was enough to make Opie cry. Not sniffle, not pout. All out cry.

Is it just us or is this a rather ridiculous thing to get that upset over?

What about his brothers?

It's time once again for Stuff Out of Context. Today's line is:
Alec Baldwin doesn't birthe things.

It's Mo Monday!

Mo is very angry with us. We, regretfully, neglected to celebrate Squirrel appreciation day on the 21st. Today's post is the first thing we must do to begin making it up to him.

In appreciation of squirrels everywhere.

Mo is a great admirer of YouTube's Rhett & Link, especially having seen this song.

There, Mo. Please stop trying to eat our faces.