Pterodactyl Puppet

Since watching the infamous pterodactyl porn, I have not been able to get over how enjoyable the pterodactyl puppet is. Finding it so hysterically amazing, I've developed a hypothesis that all of life would be better if a pterodactyl puppet were to appear, fairly nonchalantly, while the rest of life proceeds as usual. I want to be browsing the cereal aisle at the grocery store and have a pterodactyl puppet emerge to greet me. I want to be raking the front yard when a pterodactyl puppet flies onto the scene for no other reason than "just because." Don't you think your life could be improved by the presence of pterodactyl puppets? In order to test this theory, Kat, RJ, and I used some rudimentary photo editing skills to better envision how life would differ.

Here are the results:







Admittedly, the last photograph does not involve the pterodactyls, but the studly porn stars themselves. RJ's getting pumped full of fossil fuels.

On a slightly embarrassing note, I keep mixing up the pronunciation of the word, pronouncing the "P" and keeping the "T" silent, like pair-odactyl. Whoops.

RJ predicts that after the demise of postmodernism (which I'm predicting will occur in retro fashion when a comet strikes the earth), the pterodactyl era will come into vogue and transform the very meaning of art. Personally, I don't see Pterodactylism (Fun Fact: originally, pterodactyls lived during the Mesozoic Era) as its own era, but rather a key component of the long foretold The Fütch. (For those unfamiliar with The Fütch, please see the Sarah Silverman and David Cross [oh, Tobias!] clip from the VH1 Big in '03 Awards. Scroll down to and click the clip titled "'Biggest, Guiltiest Pleasure' Award Presentation.")

In The Fütch (is it funny yet, Jessica?), Segways will be the primary mode of transportations, Mexicans will marry, and there will be more pterodactyl puppets than you can shake a stick at - or fuck a slutty blonde with, as the case may be. Four cheers for The Fütch!