MONDAY FUNDAY #MISSIONARY

this week, monday funday extends to the whole week in which your mission becomes to:

- say at least one comment that could be seen as being racist, sexist, fauvist, illusionist, marxist.

interpretation of this mission is open to your subconscious.
enjoy.
and don't forget, email us your resulting story.
thank yous.

MONDAY FUNDAY #EGGY

In the House of CrackHorse we really like eggs. You might recall our egg posters....
SO. I accidentally bought chickens.This means that this weeks monday funday was spent building a hen house. Unfortunately by the time i finish writing this there will be no time left to put pictures up for your viewing pleasure (if adolescent chickens don't make you smile, you're a lost cause!)

oohhh sleepy. mmm.

EDIT-

TWO CHICKENS ARE BETTER THAN ONE:

MONDAY FUNDAY #9

Hi there. Here are some glasses that we made...you might have found some...but probably not the ones that are still sitting on my floor (i'm in the simpson desert remember).


AND here: Deluxe Edition printable spectacles. Simply click, print and follow the instructions.

Okay, that's all from me. I have to go catch some tasty lizard snacks for dinner. I really like snacks. Real snacks, not...like...cup-of-soups. That nasty stuff is eaten by the arrogant and obnoxious and dull-witted people who plaster those ugly Jesus posters everywhere. Awful. No wonder they need religion...haven't found real snacks.

Anyhow, glasses are prejudice free and full of unbiased love. No terms and conditions, regulations, laws, hierarchy, blah blahdy blah. Viva La Sleepingbirds. Amun Ra.

MONDAY FUNDAY #WALKABOUTS

SO.
after giving the cat a bath we were sitting outside to dry, smelling the beautiful spring air, when we got a whiff of something peculiar.
it was not the cat farting.
it was the smell of needing to leave. (though they could be confused as they are related in certain ways)

anyhow, it was clear that walkabout time had come.
leaving time is 4am tomorrow morning. we'll be back with thickly calloused feet and many stories to tell. but we don't know when we'll be back. it might be a quiet return, it might not. we'll see i guess.

MONDAY FUNDAY #8 (b)

Apologies for the delay. our camera holder found out about his syphilis and has been celebrating his new found freedom instead of working hard for the loveless of the world. thankfully he found enough time to send us these, so that we may keep your little hearts pounding with joy and love.













anyhow, if you would be so kind as to look at past entries to enlighten the porpoise of this journey, because i have to go for a 200km bikeride and if i don't leave now i wont be back in time to let my father into the house after his return from the south of india.

MONDAY FUNDAY #8

Dear George,

On monday night we went for a stroll in town, putting up love for the loveless. I was very distraught to find your eyes torn to shreds, with only your nose attached to the pole with dirty bits of sticky tape. I rescued what I could, but I don't know if you can ever regenerate those swan like necks of yours.

All I can do to console myself is eat indian food. The man at the next table suggested a rose lassi, as it had helped him through his own difficult mourning. I settled for mango, as the pink reminded me of you too much. It was pretty nice actually.

Yours for eternity,
Jessica.

MONDAY FUNDAY #2 (b)

we magically found a way to teleport photographs from cameras to computers. so here is the return of Monday Funday #2: The Return of the Loving Biscuits That were A Little Bit Rude or Kindof Gross But still Really Nice.

(Mr Dough)

(assorted creatures and things)

(progressively older female genitals)

(blue dye is nice)

(camilopartharli)

(love letters)

(the finished product)

(where they went)

The End.

MONDAY FUNDAY #7

cats in a basket wanted to go do groceries. dressed as grandmas.



















but nothing good was on special except strawberries and caramello koalas, so that is all we bought.

MONDAY FUNDAY #6

where did monday funday go?
like where's wally, but with no picture.

think you've found the answer? call 1800stinkyflaps to win a date with the mother of your choice.

MONDAY FUNDAY #5

goodmorning slurryhills. we left you some birds that speak and some cedric and carebears and some lost and found. our nice friend Custard Donut will pass on some lovely professional photography of these for those unfortunate enough to have missed seeing the nice things in real nice life.
today i'm not going to work because my immune system is being a slut. that is also the reason this is boring. and there are no pictures. and whatever else has gone wrong with anything or anyone.
in conclusion, i need to go and hug the cat. her name is leila she's pretty giant (not like the last cat, she was a runt) and sometimes she sneaks into my bed and spoons me and it's a little bit weird but still nice. so anyway that is what i'm going to do. have a lovely day and don't forget to wear deoderant. love from polly pocket.

in the meanwhiles, here are some other nice pictures to look at



perhaps a taste of what's to come....

MONDAY FUNDAY #4!

if you are a very lucky person you will receive one of these. if you did not get one, it is because we are kinda poor and stamps are more expensive by the minute if you have not noticed and it would be maybe kinda rude to ask you to send us a stamped, self addressed envelope though you can do that if you like.
anyway, you can pretend these are to you instead if you like that option better:


























thank you for your cooperation.
also this weeks theme is brown. brown is nice.