I had a rather frightening episode Sunday when I found myself intently watching NASCAR. I was able to shake myself free, but it was a scary moment. Must. Fight. White. Trash. Heritage.
Wow. They really care. Take a look at how my benevolent employer commemorated my birthday. Note the fact that my name is never used.
Blogger has been screwed to the hilt lately. I sense some sort of major rollout in the near future. I hope I don't end up having to pay for it. Or it could be that everything keeps going wonky because their servers are stretched too thin and they aren't doing anything about it.
What possible weapon can you use against a Satan turtle? A holy pan, of course.
Mmm, it's got that great Jesus smell.
So, wait. It's not candy?