If I hear the term "bromance" one more damn time, the killings will begin.
Okay, so I'm a bit cranky today. I had a root canal on Monday and my mouth is still sore. The ibuprofen just ain't cutting it. And I've left, like, eight messages for Mary-Kate but the skinny skank isn't calling me back. Come on. I mean, how hard is it to write up a prescription? Jeez. Where the hell is she? She can't possibly be at lunch. Arrrrgh.
Obviously, I'm still "easing in" to the blog. Can you all just do my job for me and enter the caption contest in the post below?
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I can't come up with a clever caption for the picture below. Can't I just win for thinking about trying to make up a caption? Seriously. Just consider it. Please. For me.
Hahahahahaha.
I love that scene. And that movie. Everything about that movie.
Hmmmmm, Homoeroticize.
I think I just might have started a new exercise trend.
Feel better! Also, don't listen to Falwless. I think I should win Firecrotch again just because I'm Firecrotch of the Year. That should have some perks shouldn't it?