I know I posted this in the photo section, but I figured it should go here too.
There is nothing wrong with your computer monitor. Kellie now controls all that you see and wonder at. She controls the horizontal and the vertical. She can make your arm twitch involuntarily or cause you to cry both tears of sorrow and laughter. You have entered the Kellie Non-limits.
Please stand by.
In the autumn of 2007, Mr. Purple Polka-A-Dot was just like any other gym ball used on the Elementary School playground during recess. He provided children with thirty minutes of entertainment both before and after lunch hour while they played Kick Ball with him. It was a good life until, inevitably, he developed a small hole and could no longer retain his air. Tired and weak, Purple looked forward to his retirement of sitting on the shelf waiting for a patch just as any ball would. He never imagined what fate, and the school's gym coach, had in store for him.
A young child begged and pleaded with the coach, and Purple left the comfort of the gymnasium. What happened after he left the comfort of the school is documented in the following photographs. Be forewarned, those with weak stomachs should turn away...
The remaining images have been censored and banned from viewing on public access forums. Only bits and pieces of Mr. Polka-A-Dot were ever recovered to make their way to his final resting place in the city landfill.
May this serve as a warning to all balls. If you see this dog:
Ah we had a Mr. Blue/Green Swirly who met the same fate at the teeth of my foster Maxx. Z doesn't know it but she's getting a soccer ball for Christmas, we'll see how it fares against the "Teeth of Doom".