#WoodcutWednesday

A net? Really? I’m a little disappointed in you, God.

World-weary but doltish Timon decided it was time to end it all by blowing himself away.

Herbie: Lion Dentist. Only on @AnimalPlanet.

[Too much awesome in this engraving to capture in caption.]

Paradise rejects on the Island of Misfit Animals hoped that fallen humanity would rescue them.

That’s enough #WoodcutWednesday.

Are You My Mother? (1560) was decidedly more creepy than the twentieth century retelling.

The #shutdown got so bad that even D.C. buskers took pity on furloughed federal employees.

“You are not my mother!”

#AreYouMyMother1560 ends happily when King Omlet finds his mother and banishes the frog-people.

Rendering of how the Dauphin imagined his tennis-ball gift would go down.

Celebrating 10,000 foolishly phantastical Tweets.

The #shutdown miraculously ended when Mitch McConnell got and unexpected push.

The #shutdown miraculously ended when Mitch McConnell got an unexpected push.

Just a couple of lumpy, dangling sacks and a large, erect tool.

Early modern Starbucks specialized in aprecockes and surrealism.

Randall loved his #NotALion, Mr. Bill, despite his facial deformity. #REALLYLoved #OhhhhNoooooo!

Lucrezia began to wonder if her DIY home boob job idea was a good one.

In his spare time, God loves gardening.

When God doesn't have time to tend his garden, he sets out a Christ sprinkler-hand or two.

"I call this one dynamite," thanked tinkering Ted, the local amateur Alchemist.

Come here, baby. Yeah! You sexy motherfucker! (Most adorable #NotALion yet)

Ermahgerd! I lerve Gerd's Werd! … Erls, der I herv sermathin sterk ern mah mahth?

They see me rollin', they hatin'. Patrollin', tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. Another #WoodcutWednesday over.