Yep, this is a half-assed post. I’m only using half of my ass. Which half? The slightly less pimply half. You know, the half with a little bit of taco meat on it. The half with the birthmark that looks like the bitch at Canadian Tire who ignored me when I said “Excuse me” and then went home where her husband Ned beat the shit out of her for not restocking the pantry with toilet paper. That half.
I’ve decided something. I’ve decided that if you don’t find the following image funny (I didn’t make it) then I can no longer be your friend. So if you don’t giggle or at least smirk at it, you are no longer ever allowed to come here. Thank you.
