Okay already – there was a chick on his head! It didn’t poop on him. It wasn’t offensive. It was just a chick to represent Easter and all of its yummy goodness. It’s not that I don’t like the little marshmallow guys. I’m probably one of the only people I know besides sugar hungry kids who will actually purchase a pack of the things over the holiday and greedily eat one at night. I don’t need the sugar, the calories, or the buzz. I just like them – and cotton candy – and taffy – and other weird things.
BUT, I trampled on the ‘chick” owners toes by posting an image of Skully with what is their intellectual property on his head. Shame on me! Really…I don’t have a defense to stand on. I laid an egg. Oops, pardon the puns but it’s the first time “big brother business” has taken an interest in little old me and I’m in shock, sugar shock. And I haven’t even eaten any yet.
Skully sans “chick” is gone from the sales market…Boo Hoo!
All the faces of the offending images have been blurred to protect the innocent. ME!!!!
BUT, I trampled on the ‘chick” owners toes by posting an image of Skully with what is their intellectual property on his head. Shame on me! Really…I don’t have a defense to stand on. I laid an egg. Oops, pardon the puns but it’s the first time “big brother business” has taken an interest in little old me and I’m in shock, sugar shock. And I haven’t even eaten any yet.
Skully sans “chick” is gone from the sales market…Boo Hoo!
All the faces of the offending images have been blurred to protect the innocent. ME!!!!
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