eat vibrant

Eh, close enough…

Happy Easter!

The Companions As Shit My Brother And I Have Said On Facebook

X6: “Okay but it needs to say ‘Eat Me’ in vibrant cheery icing.”

Codsworth: “Well, you can only do it with your pinkies out. Take that as you will.”

Cait: “I’ve decided that if I ever get into roller derby my derby name will be Bluddy Holly.”

Deacon: “If one of your options is ‘tramp stamp’ you should always go with the tramp stamp, imho.”


Hancock: “I rain f-bombs on the world like dollar bills at a gentlemen’s club.”

(Alternatively: “I can be VERY productive with hookers and blow.”)

Valentine: “Today’s my last day. Good thing this isn’t a cop movie or I’d have just signed my death warrant.”

MacCready: “That awkward moment when you realize you’re basically Naruto if, instead of ninjas, he were raised by Bender Bending Rodriguez.”

(Alternatively: “But is it still badass if you do it in a holodeck simulation. Like, *as* badass. I don’t know if the badassery is diminished.”)

Danse: “I’m a follower, not a leader.”

Strong: “Ear necklaces are always in vogue.”

(Alternatively: “… help, I’ve alliterated and I can’t get up.”)

Piper: “Well, at this point I’d like to bring to the jury’s attention, Exhibits A through Ad Infinitum.”

Preston: “What I learned from dragon age: it does not matter how many epic good deeds you do – people will still treat you like you have an obvious learning disability.”

Dogmeat: “He then proceeded to collect every forlorn teddy bear in the Wasteland.”


A bunch of friendly vegetables wear colorful underwear of all varieties—big, small, clean, dirty, serious, and funny—demonstrating for young ones the silliness and necessity of this item of clothing. The unexpectedness of vegetables in their unmentionables is enough to draw giggles, but the pride with which the “big kid” attire is flaunted in front of the baby carrots in diapers will tickle readers of all ages. With rhyming text that begs to be chanted aloud and art that looks good enough to eat, this vibrant story will encourage preschoolers to celebrate having left those diapers behind! Jared Chapman was born in Louisiana, grew up in Texas, went to college in Georgia, lived in Austin, and now calls the piney woods of northeast Texas his home. He and his young brood prefer silly underwear to serious, and broccoli to celery.