Someone came up to me today and told me that she wanted to be on my blog. I persistently said no, but she ridiculed me and divulged plans to take over my entire blogosphere's networking until I caved and gave her the chance. She was a quirky little girl, with large, black locks puffing out into a fluffy ebony Afro, with a velveteen Victorian style dress, complete with lace trimming and a felt rose inset into it. Her lips were dominantly oversized, with beady little eyes and a small, skin-colored head band.
Her name... was Inga.
I failed to mention in the previous paragraph Inga's stature: she is a 2 1/2 inch tall person, with no arms or legs. Yes, Inga is a Finger.
Inga has decidedly been everywhere. Inga has been to a bookshelf.
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| Inga at the bookshelf |
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| Inga in the savannahs |
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| Inga at the Mall of America |
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| Inga on the grand piano |
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| Inga in a saxophone |
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| Inga at the Eiffel Tower |
Inga has drastically increased her ratio of travelling lately, and here are some more pictures from her more extreme adventures.
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| Inga in Antarctica |
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| Inga on the moon |
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| Inga on a satellite |
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| Inga with the statue of liberty |
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| Inga at the Kremlin |
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Inga in SPAAAACE
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These really should not be that fun....
I found Igna in my m&m's......
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