You Look Good In That Plastic Hood

Welcome to Lurkville

Thank You Loyal Lamers!

So we just wanted to say thanks to all of you who've held on during this uncomfortable dry spell on the blog.
We had exams.
We know it isn't a good excuse.
We're sorry.

Maybe this will make up for it?

It's a picture of the Lame Owls getting stabbed.

You can pretend that you are the one stabbing us if it makes you feel better.

It's okay, we understand.

Just Don't Feed Him After Midnight...

You may be surprized to learn that this is not a real Gremlin! It's just a toy!

It's okay if you're really impressed by our photography skills, awe is the natural reaction to have when faced with such awesomeness. Don't worry, we get it a lot.

There's Puke On The Wall.

It might not actually be puke.

But it's probably close enough to puke that we can call it that.

Looks Like A Case Of Domestic Violence...

Is This Some Sort of Cult Ritual?

That Poor Pig. 

Yet Another Awkward Poolside Lurker

It's not cement, we think it's a toad.

Awkward...

Sniff, Sniff.

Sometimes, its good to stop and smell that sweet scent of plastic Dollarama flowers. Yummy. 

Say Something Awkward

Being Awkward Should Really Be An Olympic Sport.

Your Guess Is As Good As Ours.....

We don't know what the fuck it is either.

Awkward Arbus

This photograph of a boy with a grenade, by Diane Arbus, may be the most significant photograph in the lives of the Lame Owls. The moment we first came across the photo it changed everything. Suddenly our natural state of awkwardness seemed like a very beautiful thing. So today we've decided to award Diane Arbus, and this photo in particular, with our coveted Awkward Award!!!!

Oh You Know, Just Checking The Tires On The Magic Bus.

It's Birthday Week Here at Lame Owl, and What Better Way to Celebrate Then with a Gigantic Gold Tooth?

Abstract Art?

Maybe I'll Wait Till It's Out On DVD Then...

Does He Know When I'm Awake?

Looks Like We Need Some More Cupboard Space.

Giddyup!

Kinda like Toy Story, but with more awkward.