Robble Robble
Airport pick-up achieved. House crawling with outsiders. Ones whom I would prefer not to read any of my blogposts. Like this one for instance. Until we settle on some kind of new status quo, the watchword in the Bucket?


Hamburgers

No, shit, I meant stealth, stealth. Yes. That little fucker always makes me think of hamburgers though.

Until equilibrium is found and the world makes sense again, please enjoy this article of the least surprising news since Lance Bass came out of the closet.

All this tells me is that we need to redouble our efforts in abstinence-only education. It will work eventually!


Grumble.


Pops
- posted by Pops @ 8:41 AM