He Ping Pung

This week we learned of He Ping Ping's passing. The little fella was seriously awesome.

Can anyone remember who that late nineties punk band were that sang "It's the little things, the little things you doooooo."? It's going round in my head all week, and it's not Blink 182's song "All the Small things... truth cares... truth brings.

But enough of the late nineties punk anthem talk, this blog is in memory of He Ping Ping. I know that a lot of people are mourning the loss of his awesomeness, hang in there.

Here's my tribute to small things...
Not this lady, she is the antithesis of He Ping Ping.
This lady is a little odd.

Sexy skeletor = a little creepy

Little things we take for granted, like knowing how to use a toilet.

I wonder how many mishaps occurred before Fox and Azrin decided to write this book?

Shrunken NWA heads mofos! I can't believe these things are only US$750, there's no way I could just cut three tennis balls in half myself and paint them brown.

Uh, a little problem here Bob!

Little animals.... awesome. My favourite is the coronet or the peruvian.

Big animals in little spaces. Sure it's all good to be totally massive and powerful, but I bet they're wishing they were peruvian guinea pigs now!

Little things can have big effects. Like that butterfly effect theory, but way less hygenic.

Little babies always look like their fathers apparently. Poor kid.

In conclusion, little things are way cool and totally don't suck.

He Ping Ping has left the building.