I’m not even about to hit y’all with one of my somewhat lengthy, totally awesome and utterly brilliant introductions tonight. It’s not just that I don’t want to because I feel as though my brilliance is being wasted on people who won’t acknowledge it—those who don’t leave blog comments but stalk my blog on a somewhat regular basis—but I can’t even do it tonight.
See, I’m pretty sure that I’m on my way to hell (*knocks on wood, crosses self, says a couple of Hail Mary’s and does an Indian rain dance just in case*) and I need to dress for the weather. Just ask my lil sis Tweekygirlbandit, she knows just how important that is, especially if you plan on taking an extended trip way down under. Ain’t that right lil one?
Take a look at what has me searchin’ for my booty shorts and flip-flops.
“I dated Sarah Lee, Little Debbie, Grimace…I lay Grimace down and ate him like a cookie…”
You hear that sound?
Yeah, that’s the Hell Express. If you laughed at that video at all you need to pack up ya coochie-cutters and a couple of Chris Brown Wifebeaters. Hell is gon’ be hot y’all.