Boobah
I am sure if you don't have kids, you've heard all about how horrible they are, and how much harder they make it to go on three-day winery tours and and spend me-time sculpting your abs. All true. However, by what other mechanism would you encounter something like this?
Probably in Japan, something like Boobah would make complete, Swiss-watchlike sense, but this is the United States of America, where wordless gelatinous blobs do not levitate without an explanation.
posted by Strikethru at
10:38 AM
3 Comments:
It's probably a good thing that I muted the computer before looking at that at work.
Thanks for reminding me to spend more time sculpting my abs, by the way!
Why are the colored boobs swirling around exactly? Perhaps someone could lone me a toddler to interpret.
Anyway, just checking this site from my phone and I have to get back to the winery tour - on day 2 they let you take a Jacuzzi wine bath while flaxen-haired nymphs feed you grapes and the Oompah Loompahs sing songs... wait... those aren't Oompah Loompahs!! they're Boombahs!!!!!
Those things give me the howling fantods big time. It's like some tv producer held a meeting to ask: How can we make Teletubbies even more freakishly bizarre?
My kids have been caught watching that show.
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