I Was WRONG!!!

Shawna just posed a question to me that I now must pose to the public at large. It’s not quite funny how we got there. You see, when I am in the midst of one of my headaches, Shawna has decided that I am roughly the equivalent of a three-year-old. I talk funny, I spill…
This is a lesson in poor motorcycle safety. And clearly this guy has serious issues. For all I know, he was drugged and has permanent brain damage. Therefore, I absolutely should not laugh at this. Naked Motorcyclist And, I want to make it known that, while my mouth was agape throughout most of this article,…
Perhaps not as lofty as Martin Luther King, Jr.’s, but I’m convinced meaning lies within. In my dream, I was at my Aunt Mary’s house (my real great aunt). But Aunt Mary’s house wasn’t Aunt Mary’s house. Her real house is an old two-story with lots of dark wood and antique fixtures. The dream house…
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Okay when I first read this I thought you were kidding. The fact that it was really there made me laugh, although it wasn’t really a ‘ha-ha’ kinda laugh it was more a ‘wow this is really f’ed up’ kinda laugh.
Fast forwarding helped this part too.
And what the hell was Rachel Ray even there for?
I admit. If I hadn’t seen it myself, it might have been hard to believe the dancing food thing.