Your fault, Sharion.
*working hard to find a way to blame it on fen, too, who were the origin of the first picture to begin with*
without further ado:
~*TRANSLATED VERSION*~
I was reading this on the sub train, on my way to work.
Early morning, every sensible person looking like pickled cucumbers sucking on lemon pieces doused in vinegar - then, there was me, grinning like an idiot, sometimes snickering loudly, even. (Tried to hold back. Promise!)
I think the
cucumb lady sitting next to me turned so wall-eyed by trying to get a glimpse of the text I was reading, that I heard the ghosts of generations of connoisseur chameleons sighing in utter joy all around us. (I guess she doesn't know the trick of eyeing something through the back of her head. Professor Mad-Eye is unsatisfied.)
Thanks for making my day, both of you!