Would you believe it, hope is still coming. When shall it arrive? And then where is it going? I worry about who gets hope next. This is a most worrisome gang of hope.
The creature wearing a track suit is sort of awkward, but the race occurs in August which is a time to be awkward while wearing a track suit.
I think this far superior to the picture I made last year, as far as it not being boring goes. However, it is terrible in the aspect that so many of these idiots are cheating and also that they are idiots.
I would like to put some green in here, but I am told this is the ideal amount of colors for shirt-printing. However, this is the internet and not a shirt. That explains why I had such trouble ironing it (That joke isn’t funny unless you say it in a Groucho Marx voice (and sometimes not even then)).
Chrome-plated fiesta sez:
If these buffoons are indeed official representative of hope–and the fact that they appear in every image associated therewith certain makes this a not-unreasonable proposition–then perhaps a state of hopelessness is a condition we may in fact prefer to aspire to. In this respect it is probably a good thing that they are always en route, but perpetually fail to arrive.
Also, though you frequently refer to Muffineater as a “stupid lizard” it should be noted that said consumer of baked goods is the very embodiment of elegance and poise compared to that thing on the far right there.
Zinkugel sez:
Hope is supposed to be arriving in the vicinity of this hospital but in fact these twits are leaving it. Even if they maintained a splendid pace they could not expect ever to arrive there.
That creature does not cease to be a dumb lizard just because a dumber lizard appears on the scene. Why would you even make such a comparison? I get enough pictures of that idiot smiling at me without comparisons being made in its favor, however dubious a favor it is.