It’s Shark Week! And, it’s also Shark Week! That’s right, I’m sitting here holding my bloated belly watching great whites circle the future Darwin Award winners of America knowing that I can not go into the water for five more days. They can smell a drop of blood from a mile away! I think. It was something like that. It might have been two miles, even. But more importantly, when is Otter Week?
They wrap themselves in kelp so they don't float away while they nap! Thank you, PBS!
This election is inescapable. I didn’t care much about it in the first place. I just watched to see Hil & Bill fuck up some more, which they did. They’re such a car wreck. And I maybe wanted just a little to kind of sort of gaze upon John Edwards. But now he is out of the race, so whatevs. Write in Christopher Robin for all I care. Serious-lah. I can’t get behind any of these ‘tards. And yet everywhere I turn, there they are. Where ever I go, whatever I do, they will be right there waiting for me. So to give myself a break from all that, here is
MIKE ROWE PETTING A PENGUIN!
But wait, there’s more. The penguin is then CRADLED IN MIKE ROWE’S LAP!
I just ovulated. Also, hee hee tummy pudge! *poke*
