I’m not really sure what brought me to Mountain Oysters this fine Saturday. Could be a lot of things, but somehow, regardless of how inappropriate Mountain Oysters are, it just seemed to fit. Yes, I know that I am a sick individual for even thinking of this strange food stuff…if you can even call it that, but the long and the short of it is (pun intended) there are a lot of people out there feeling like a Mountain Oyster today, and well, I didn’t want them to feel alone.
Okay, enough of the silliness, off to the coffee!
The headline to this article left a disturbing visual in my mind. Eewwwww.
Nothing big, he just wants to make sure there’s not plot to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids. (If you don’t get the reference, watch this movie)
Be afraid politicians, be very afraid. Aunt B has invented a new industry, the psychic blogger. Hey Aunt B., how’s about slidin’ me some lottery numbers then?
Well folks, I’m staring down the barrel of a day of yard work. Time to start thinkin’ about thinkin’ about it. Enjoy the sunshine, do something cool, or just sit on your butt and watch the end of the Olympics with a 14 pound bag of Frittos and giant bowl of Cheese Dip at your feet.