Ok, it's Shitionary Sunday! Go!
And the answer is...
That's a hockey player. And I circled his body. And then there's a check next to him (or "cheque", for me.)
See? Body + Check = Body Check.
I don't watch hockey. Or any sport, actually. Unless So You Think You Can Dance is a sport.
But I have been watching some of the Stanley Cup Final because our beloved Canucks are playing! I don't really know much about the Canucks, either, but I do love Luongo. Luuuuuuuuu!
The hilarious genius Handflapper won! Yay! And on her birthday too! YAY YAY! Congrats, Doll. Sorry. I didn't get you anything else for you birthday. Cherish this.
And my friend Elle P was pretty close with "penalty check". I'm not sure what a penalty check is, but I figure she was on the right track. And for that I bestow this lovely button upon her:
And the whole thing was all happy-go-lucky, until...
Until I was unceremoniously accused of CHEATING!
And then it all got REALLY out of hand. Governments fell, someone sent a text to Jesus, and I think someone else was grounded. I'm not sure what happened...
You can try to follow the shit-show on twitter, if you like. But I might not advise it. Twitter is dirty.
It all started when I felt bad for my poor friend Steph who NEVER wins Shitionary.
(To be fair, she doesn't really guess realistic possibilities. But I think if she ever actually KNEW the answer, she'd guess it.)
But then my "friend" Jacqui got all up in our bid-nas.
So that turned into what we're calling The Great Shitionary Scandal of 2011. Or Shitionary-Gate.
Eventually I think we worked it out.
But I won't be sure until the next round. We'll see if a cop shows up at my door or something.
Or Jesus. If Jesus shows up here, man, I'm gonna SHIT MY PANTS.