December 5, 2006

  • The wonderful thing about tiggers...

    If you ever watched winnie the pooh as a child, you know are more than likely familiar with the character of Tigger. Now he was always my favorite character of the show, being the spaz addled child that I was, and I could frequently be seen (and still can btw) whistiling to myself his theme song

    "the wonderful thing about tiggers
    is that tiggers are wonderful things
    their tops are made out of rubber
    their bottoms are made out of springs
    their bouncy bouncy trouncy trouncy
    fun fun fun fun fun
    but the most wonderful thing about tiggers is i'm the only one"

    bit of a superiority complex there, don't you think? I mean, i'm the ONLY one? presumably he had parents right? where did the first tigger come from?

    Or Maybe he made sure that he was the only Tigger by systematically eliminating every last one of his people.

    Imagine
    a dark, blood-spattered hallway, strange silhouettes littering the
    floor, one lone tigger curled in a corner trying to keep as much of
    himself in the shadows as he can, knowing that every breath he draws
    could be his last, while a haunting melody echoes off the mildewed
    walls...

    The wonderful thing about Tiggers...

    -J

Comments (4)

  • Hehehe... and also, it never made sense for him to keep singing that theme song after that movie (or episode) where he went on an extendedmission to try to track down other "Tiggers" like himself. 

  • I was thinking more along the lines of clubbing.  I'm not big on the drinking but I'm definitely big on the DANCING!!!

  • That creepy scene you just described is straight outta the world of like Chucky or clowns.  Turning a harmless children's toy into an evil killing machine!!!   

    Also, that would be awesome if we could all chill at your place.  I have to go back to Salinas the next day (Sat. Dec.30) and I will be on the 101.  Sweeeeeeeeeet!!  I wonder who else can go??  Mari is in.  I don't about the others.


  • Imagine a dark, blood-spattered hallway, strange silhouettes littering the floor, one lone tigger curled in a corner trying to keep as much of himself in the shadows as he can, knowing that every breath he draws could be his last, while a haunting melody echoes off the mildewed walls...

    Awesome.

    Also, why is that guy stealing Alvin's hula hoop in your user picture? O_o Picture looks oddly familiar but I'm pretty sure I've never seen it before. I guess that's what Alvin gets for whining so much for one.

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