My parents used to have a whole lot of (okay maybe three or four) African themed decor in the lounge. They soon tired of it and somehow upon moving out of the house, I ended up with a giant wooden giraffe.
Always contempt. Always quiet. He was just always there, barely balancing on his four awkwardly thin, badly distributed wooden legs.
One day I took him to a bar with me where I played some bingo with friends. He seemed to get along real nice with everyone so when I moved into a new flat with three of my mates (is this the part where I start name dropping my famous friends? haha) so anyway. We put the giraffe infront of someone's door to give them a fright.
And a fright we delivered! We had however not anticipated the intensity of said fright.
Poor giraffe lost the battle badly and was airlifted from the scene.
Sans the tip of his nose and two broken legs, giraffe was placed in the lounge for recovery- and aptly dubbed Michael Jackson. (The lovely pic of the real deal here to your right is from popblerd.com)
MJ didn't say much, but he had that sultry bad ass giraffe look about him and we enjoyed having him around. I'm not entirely sure as to the events that followed, but somehow MJ managed to scrape the entire front part of his face off at some point and although The Grimm Adventures of Billy and Mandy came to mind- Voldemort stood victorious.
So renamed Voldemort, giraffe stuck around.
Not quite as sexy as he was, I felt sorry for poor giraffe.
I mean...a joke's a joke, but sheesh- it really aint all that funny when you don't have a face!
Fark.com provided us with this lovely pic of Voldemort...the make up artists really do demand applause here.
Anyway. I put my foot down, got some glue, got some paint, and prepared the operating table.
"You're gonna make it"
Thinking of him now, I realised that I never took a final pic, for you see- giraffe was all prettified and received yet another name- Mr. Fick.
Mr Fick took care of my boys while I was gone and upon my return, he was taken to my parent's place where he is currently residing until I move into a place suitable for him. (Because it really isn't that simple guys! If you're going to get a pet, make sure that you have enough room for it to roam and that your lifestyle allows for ample time with your animal. Their happiness is YOUR responsibility)
Moving on XD I messaged my mum asking her to send me a pic of Mr. Fick so I can see how he's doing. Being the boss she is, she sent me a lil photoshoot of the sexy beast. Check it out! ( and cue the stripper music un ts un ts )
You know you love your job when your boss says: "Sorry love I didn't hear you. Trying to wake up so I'm listening to some hectic trance at the moment." ☺