I ground my glutes into my purple cushion, leaned back in my chair, and gave Jonah a studied look, the kind a Tibetan mystagogue gives to a devotee who hasn't finished their custard.
"Huh?"
"You hear voices in your head, too? Anyway, Karen won't be back until next week, so everything is on hold. And because of that, I guess we'll have to fill this blog space with funny pictures."
"Please don't."
"Aw, go finish your custard already."
"Huh?"
"Mommy, why is that house raping that car?"
"Mommy, why is that man raping those horses?"
World's first mass gay marriage/basketball tournament.
The sad effects of the panty hose shortage.
Really, gentlemen, this is what you think will get you a wife?
The world's first trisexual marriage/Evel Knievel tribute
"Smirking at some shit."
"Yeah? Well, I found a sign to put up at the library..."
"That sounds about right."
Jonah came over. "Karen's back. Looks like you'll have to write an actual blog post."
"Screw that," I smirked, and downloaded another photo.
After Senstrom put out the fire, he was penalized two minutes for high-sticking.
"IT WAS WORTH IT!!" I yelled.
"Huh?"
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