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let’s all go play in the park!

May 13, 2012May 13, 2012 Caroline HobbsLeave a comment

Remember to always hold your cephalopod’s hand when taking him to the park. He may be inclined to nom small children otherwise.

Happy Mothers’ Day!

there are reasons why i’ll never get into politics

February 24, 2012 Caroline HobbsLeave a comment

Look people, I know you want me to run for office. I’d be great as a Rebubblican, or even a Democracken candidate, really. I’m attractive to Right Whales and the Working Wrasse (Hammerheads included). I’m a pro-lifer and a pro-cloister. I have strong family values AND I support Rainbow Trout marriage. I’ve already had my share of nudibranch and humpback scandals, so obviously I have sex appeal.

Still–please save your votes and put them towards a more serious candidate. Someone you eel will represent your agenda and hopefully won’t just lamprey on fear. Hope and Conch and all.

As for my political future, I’ll never get into office because I made some controversial paintings of Che Guevara scuba diving in my youth.

viva la respiracion — apologies for shitty spanish in the caption!

And then there was the whole Octopi movement thing. *sigh*

octopi wall street take two — i think if we just throw octopi at everyone they will agree with us. right?

this is what i think of adulthood

January 20, 2012January 22, 2012 Caroline HobbsLeave a comment

Adulthood blows. You have to make all of your own appointments, buy enough groceries (but not too much), and obtain your own hallucinogenic drugs. In fact, adulthood makes you take so many drugs you end up painting rainbow sunsets and sleeping for 20 hours. You think you’re a hipster octopus in love with a happy mushroom, but the shroom’s only interested in flirting with the birds, and that would be awesome, but it’s not real.

F that.

real life sucks — real life like the show?

pufferfucked, a love story

January 7, 2012 Caroline Hobbs2 Comments

Once upon a time there was a lonely little pufferfish. He thought life was pretty much the wrong side of a wedge of cheese. And, convinced that he would never find love, he puffed his sorry bum across the oceans, inventing new names for nihilism and imagining himself pretty clever.

Sometimes life surprises you though, and no amount of philosophical training can prepare you to ignore the first glimpses of love. One day our little pufferfish found it–a hopeful little heart glowing in the deepest reaches of the sea (geographers have since found that the only place conditions are perfect for love is in those underwater caverns too deep for people). He puffed up with joy and went in for a kiss-

pufferfucked angler — IT'S A METAPHOR FOR REAL LOVE YOU GUYS

cutie-pie <3

December 11, 2011 Caroline Hobbs2 Comments

If they made a show called My Little Squidy: Inking is Magic I would watch it. I would watch it so hard.

I think everysquidy’s cutie mark could be a skull. I think it’s a very good possibility.