We are Men of Cowardly Action.
It's true; due to the fact the we are both averse to the slightest amount of pain (and that dealing with insects in any way is just icky), yesterday's battle plan was quickly abandoned; the territory known as 'the Backyard' has been ceded to the enemy, which is just peachy, as we are quite safe indoors, and we've decided that we're both okay using the front door only from now on.
Stuff:
1. Freakout Boy's brother asks him why he shoved a remote up his butt.
2. Okay, I give in: Lily Allen's as catchy as hell, and it really doesn't hurt that she's cute.
3. Man removes cherry pits from his anus with hammers. I shit you not.
Hey, wait, that was kind of a pun!
Now I must go water the tomatoes from a very safe distance, and then reward myself with celebratory chocolate.
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