Deep Thoughts . . . by auntie em

For reasons even more pointless than this thread, I’m looking at an illustration of a snowman winding up to throw a snowball.

Isn’t a snowman throwing a snowball kind of like a person throwing a human body part . . . ?

. . . or is it more like a person throwing a baby?

Share your opinions, or your own deep thoughts.

Hey, won’t you play another somebody done somebody wrong song. :smiley:

It could be snot the snowman’s throwing.

Or poop! He’s flinging snowman poo!

I thought of that, too.

Is it Friday yet?

Worse yet, consider the last sno-cone you ate. It was probably sirloin of snow critter. And not free-range snow critter either. Factory-raised, veal-equivalent snow critter.

There is no snow.

Maybe the snowman is throwing his own feces, snow-feces. Hey, monkeys do it, what’s to say that snowman don’t? Maybe all snow is snowman poop. When you are making snowmen, think about that, you dirty corpofeliac! :stuck_out_tongue:

It’s one thing to tear somebody’s arm off and beat him to death with it, but to use your own? That’s some serious anger management issues Frosty’s got, there. He should really cut back on the booze.

I’m retired, doll. It’s Friday every day.

OK, quit spluttering. Here, have a glass of snowman blood. :stuck_out_tongue:

Hehe

It seems self-esmaculating to me.

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It’s not poo he slinging.

Remember Silence of the Lambs?

Ah. Maybe that’s how they reproduce?

If all snow is snowman poo, and snowmen are made of snow. would that mean that all men are made of …?

Well, maybe the snowball—being a kind of snow “life,” yet vastly beneath the level of a snow man—is more analogous to a handful of single-celled organisms.

So, the snowmen are throwing snow-amoebas at each other?
Ranchoth
(Snow-Amoebas…a favorite wintertime artform of uncoordinated and shiftless children everywhere.)

Certainly holds true for my ex :stuck_out_tongue:

I’m sure this was covered in a Calvin and Hobbes strip at one time. Calvin’s snowmen were the greatest!

Maybe it’s some kind of spiritual metaphor, sharing his essence/inner self with someone not within reach the fastest way possible. It doesn’t have to be gory. But it probably is.

BTW Auntie, how’s the Oprahapostle working out?

Maybe it’s his brain.

I loved Calvin’s snowmen. I think the one we’re recalling had

Frame 1: Happy snowman enjoying a snowcone.
Frame 2: Calvin in metaphysical monologue.
Frame 3: Another snowman face-down in the snow with an ice cream scoop stuck in his back with three holes visible.

It’s more funny when I’m not paraphrasing the strip on a message board.

Once I saw a picture of one snowman pointing a hairdryer at another, demanding his wallet.

Nope, those are two strips.

  1. Look at this snowman! He’s enjoying a snow cone! There’s nothing he likes better.
    • And the dead snowman with the scoop in his back?
  • It’s a sordid story.

And then:

  1. -What’s this snowman doing?
  • Contemplating snowman evolution.
  1. Obviously if he evolved from a snowball, it raises deep ethical questions for him.
    • Like the morality of throwing your forebears at someone?
  • Yeah, and what about shoveling your genetic material off the walk?

So there’s your answer. It’s like throwing a monkey.