Apparently Dumble and Bumble have become BFFs. Troubling…yet oddly sweet.
Of course, this picture is just humorous considering they seem to think they are getting ANYTHING in that stocking unless Santa started delivering to Naughty Bumbles without my knowledge. He didn’t…did he???
*worried*
Much like fine wine and cheese…things can age into wonderful treats.
Also like fine wine and cheese…if left alone too long, they smell and turn into something you don’t want.
I think that covers Bumble and DumbleMumble pretty well. this morning I woke up to the little bastards passed out in a sugar coma after eating nearly all of my sugar cookies. I hope they get diabeetus.
So much for sharing with the neighbors.
Oh look, these two little jerks are trying to break into the fridge! Considering not a lot of coming has been done here lately, I’m not sure what they were expecting to find in there. Limp celery? Cheese? Eggs from October? (Sadly a true story)
I suddenly feel the need for child locks in this kidless house.
I can only assume that Bumble doesn’t like sharing the limelight with DumbleMumble, so he’s tried to make sure he’s the star. Trouble is, that’s not a tree. That’s a flipping antique.
Moron.
How do you know when you’re Bumble is naughty?
…when someone kidnaps his hateful ass and returns him still tied up!
I can’t figure out if Bumble thinks our part of the country is much warmer than it actually is, or of he’s trying to give me a hint. I’m happy to take him up on the hint, but have to wonder if he’s just trying to get me out of the house, ya know?
I work from home, so when I came down to my basement office the other day I noticed there were icicle lights on in the floor. I couldn’t imagine how they got plugged in unless my husband was losing his marbles.
Is been a rough year. It could happen to either of us at this point.
But lo…it appears Bumble is not in agreement with our minimal decorations this year and had decided to try and help. His efforts are appreciated, but unless he’s helping UN-decorate….yeah…nope.
We are going to die in our sleep in this house. This stupid Bumble tried make s’mores during the night. Please tell our families we love them.
That moment when you try to collect donations for the needy…and this greedy jerk shows up.
It’s been a quiet couple of days here into December. I thought he got thrown away misread the directions to our house. Looks like we’re screwed for another holiday season.
Lord help us.
Yeah. Nice try, Bumble. You can try to schmooze Santa all you want, but no amount of sitting on his lap is going to convince him of your innocence. Unless, of course, you’re trying to give that poor dude a lap dance. In which case tell that fat, judgemental bastard I want a PS4.
The Life & Times of Naughty Bumble 