What’s the problem with Mondays?

The problem with Monday is…well, it’s Monday.  Why the stigma?  Simply, noone wants to go back to work after a weekend of leisure and, statistically, 87% of those who were off work on Sunday are hungover on Monday (okay, I formulated this statistic myself - it may not be particularly accurate).  Personally, I wouldn’t know what it’s like to have a weekend off unless you count my winter layoff, which I don’t.  Lay me off when it’s a balmy 75 degrees every day and then we’ll talk).

ANYWAY, I’ve decided to try and take the sting out of this least loved day of the week.  So, my convivial cohorts, let us consider on this gankest of weekdays, the giant tadpole lover:

Much like the “My Buddy” doll Eric had when he was a child, wherever he goes, his giant tadpole goes.  Here you see the pair on the dancefloor of a local pub swaying to the sweet sounds of Sade.  Incidentally, this particular bit of dancing landed Eric in the pokey for a short stint.  Because of his obvious lack of pants, the deputy who arrested him thought Eric was trying to do a little “pokey” of his own.  After further research, it was found that Sex on the Beach was what Eric was drinking, not what he intended to do with his giant tadpole.  The deputy blamed the background noise in this popular pub for the misunderstanding and Eric was allowed to go free.

So, yeah, it’s Monday, but things could certainly be worse…