There's no comparison. One is the big dope who's always looked over her from the day she came home and who now sniffs the top of her head ("f-f-f-f-f-f-f"), gives big sloppy kisses on the cheek and goes everywhere with her (including one terrifying moment - for me, not her, she was the one who pushed him - stepping into the lift at a major shopping complex where he fell to the floor, almost lost forever).
The other is a poor man's attempt to slip in a convincing look-alike, as if the LGBB wouldn't notice.
I give you, Marley:
....and Rowlf:
Is it me or does Rowlf look not so much try-hard as needs-to-try-harder? Look, he's a dear wee chap, really, he's endearing in his own way. But seriously. He ain't no Marley.
No comments:
Post a Comment