OK, tell you what. I’m going to push PROMPTuesday to tomorrow for this one time only. So check back on Wednesday if you would.
In other news, I am dying, DYING to post more right now, but I’m so all over the place today I can’t even begin to coalesce thoughts into anything understandable. Also, I returned from the mountains late last night and my brain is still in high altitude mode. As is my stomach.
Let’s see. Other stuff I can write in 2.5 seconds…
Um. Don’t eat the rolled tacos from Green Burrito.
Like, ever.
Word to the wise.
Unless you don’t need your colon to operate normally anymore.
And…
Fine. Go ahead and pee in the mountain lake.
But people? DO NOT POO in there.
It’s a small favor, but one I hope your butthole will respect in the future.
And finally, I don’t care if Danielle Staub left the Real Housewives. Her face was beginning to freak me out. Whatever she’s doing to it is making her look way too much like Jim Carrey.
P.S. I’m a fount of the random today. My logo is a big spurting faucet with the words “What the hell?” shooting out of it.
P.P.S. Wha—?
P.P.P.S. If I have to explain it to you, then you must be normal and I have to wonder what you’re doing here.
P.P.P.P.S. Just kidding. I love you.
P.P.P.P.S. Unless you’re one of those lake-pooers.
I don’t even want to ask about the lake poo. (Yes, I do.) (No, I don’t.) (Yes, I do.)
Ew, ew, ew, lake poo? Gross!
I think lake poo is more tolerable than Danielle “Face Poo” Staub.
I’m a big, big fan of random spouting… but lake poo? Not so much.
Which is worse? Lack of colon due to taco, lake poopers, or real housewives? Quite the conundrum. PS: I am hearting myself big time for using the word conundrum in my comment. xox
Ew. Lake poo is just WRONG.
I am so proud of my sons who get OUT OF THE POOL TO PEE. By the fence in the grass. But whatever.