Things I Can’t Unsee

This is EXACTLY the sort of thing you want to see before heading off to your vaginalyzer, ain’t it?  *sigh*

In other news, Thom has taken to calling me “She Who’s Uterus Will Soon Fit a Football.” Uncle. (Get it?  Uncle?  Uncle Thom and his stinky cabin?  Also why is this post still happening?  I don’t think I can take anymore.  Said my uterus. Yet somehow this post is still happening.) *drops keyboard and runs*

*sprints back and picks up keyboard*

I wrote more mess over at Sprocket about how St. Patty’s day sucks.  But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t still drink an entire keg on my behalf.

*drops keyboard again, considers running but realizes excessive panting is probably not a good thing, wheezes out front door and forgets keys*


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22 thoughts on “Things I Can’t Unsee

  1. Yes, fallingdowndrunk Hoboken has soured me on St Pats for life. I had to tell my kids the whole town was suddenly just having an inner ear problem.

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