Blog post describing my underpants and specifically using the word "underpants"? Check.
Further randomness: A large department store chain that describes itself as "family clothing" has a common fabric color that they call "Peyote." There's also a less common color described as "Vanilla Ice." One is cooler than they realize, the other not as cool as they think. I'll let you decide.
I had a monologue that I worked out in my head yesterday involving a urinal and it's previous user, but since I've already described my underwear to you today, I may save that for another time.
Instead, I'll leave you this week with some photos from our trip to Georgia last weekend that I got around to loading into the the ol' 'puter. As if anyone gives a shit. Whatever, it gives me another chance to express my hatred of flowers. Disclaimer: the first three are from a moving vehicle and were chosen only because they approach level and do not induce vertigo.
Tiny theater in a flyspeck east Tennessee town putting on a production of The Diary of Anne Frank = hope for the world.
This jolly fellow saw me taking his picture through the sunroof. We connected. It was a moment.
These dogwood blossoms in my parents' backyard are both rude and offensive. I wish they would die.
I'm glad this bumblebee likes the azaleas because I sure as shit don't.
Dinosaur. Maybe a velociraptor.
Good thing I had a live cow to sate his appetite. My parents' backyard can be a dangerous place.