Some days it’s best not to increase the sharpness. Some days are better left in bed. Some days you take the hazy visage with you, and the world grows cloudy where you go. Some day you don’t want to roll over and play, so you don’t. (Is this starting to feel like a tampon commercial to anyone else? Or dog food? Depression?) There – I’ve taken the piss out of my own post before it even got going, I’ve screwed myself as far as extending it into something deeper, and I’ve saved you the trouble. It was only a matter of time before my snarkiness came back to bite me in the ass. Turns out getting bit in the butt isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be.
[Insert obligatory pic of my ass crack here. And here. And here. And here… and here…]
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