This pretty much sums up where I’ve been for the past year. To the many who alight here daily, looking for new content, just know that sometimes a cat gets sidetracked, and the litter box is the last thing on their mind.
I injured myself today playing disc golf. I should know better than to skip the prolonged stretching, and then try for a reverse roller on the 4th tee. Ice packs all day, and it seems to be getting better now. Whew.
To discern the meaning of this post’s title, you need to watch this NSFW depiction of a phone call between Isaiah Mustafa (Old Spice stud) and Mel Gibson (raving smegma).
Just the latest bit of vuvuzela irony in a year that has to qualify as the first time a whole lot of attention has been focused on the World Cup. This horn was just asking for memedom when all attention was diverted to South Africa and this tournament that everybody but Antarctica, Canada, and the U.S. cares about. The Internet has not been lacking in pointing out the boring, low-scoring matches, the ties (come on, ever heard of overtime?), and the insidious flopping these “athletes” engage in. At least the American team isn’t doing that.
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