It is 5:25 on a Thursday morning, and I should be heading to bed, but I am on beer number four, I think… maybe number five… I lost count… and I am sitting here crying…
Sweet Jesus, whatever you are doing, stop right now, and go look at Crap Taxidermy…
I’m not sure which will happen first, but I think I will either wet myself or break a rib laughing in the next three minutes…
http://thebloggess.com/2012/02/her-name-is-juanita-juanita-weasel-unless-you-can-think-of-something-better/
I apologize in advance for your rib.
It’s so funny I had to walk away from the puter to clear my head. Really a new kind of humour we rarely see in north America, something funny without being rude.