It's been haunting me. My crack. No, not THAT one--although that reminds me of this Eureka Moment I had the other day after whining about the SEVENTH set of oh-so-attractive boxer shorts I'd had to behold while standing in line for a latte. (like seriously guys, if you're gonna flaunt the skivvies, at least make sure they are CLEAN. *shudder*) To which, my darling eloquent pal responded, "just imagine what you'd be a-goggling if they weren't wearing boxers."
"Dear God, I've been so remiss. Please pour out your blessings on the little man--wherever he may be--that invented boxer shorts. Multiply his fruit....and all that."
Fruit of the loom......um....distracted. We'll think more on that.....
But back to The Crack. Here it is....well, was.
Now the blissful part of this story is that The Leak that really is the culprit here--has been iced. However, as you are lifting your brewski tomorrow, lounging at your end-of-the-summer bash involving grilled hunks of meat and salads with questionable ingredients....take a moment. While He tackles the living room ceiling, I will be grappling the bathroom floor. (no, not ON the bathroom floor--who raised you?!?)
Happy Labor Day, my friends.
Into The Black
1 day ago