So you know...I live in Florida now. The good news is that my southern accent is stronger than ever - I think it was some sort of defense mechanism...of or for what, I have no idea. I definitely miss Atlanta and my friends, though, especially now. Spring in Atlanta is SO beautiful. But Florida is pretty nice, too. We go to the beach at least once a week and we all love having a pool in the backyard. Also, my husband makes me a Planter's Punch every night and I don't even feel guilty by knocking it back - we're on vacation, right?? A couple of weeks ago I was reading the news and saw this weird picture: In case your eyes can't make sense of it, I'll give you a hint. It's not a puppy. I'm guessing it's not an air freshener, either. It is, in fact, a Burmese Python that ruptured and now has a really big dead Alligator sticking out of it's stomach. Oh, and something ate the snakes head off. That's why there is no head there. National Geographic has
Like sex, but with a B.
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I wonder if her head is removeable, too?
EWBL, my Barbies were put in similarly compromising positions. And then they would also spend some "quality time" with Ken. For scientific purposes, obviously.
My daughters share a room and they have a big drawer for all of their Barbie crap. I went in there the other day and every sticking one of the dolls was nude and many were missing either a limb or a head. It's like Jeffery Dahmers toy chest in there. Creepy. But not NEARLY as creepy as the 15 minute lunch post that's currently up. Johnny, if you're out there PLEASE make it go away!!