I KNOW. I’m late on the “Hunter and Jessica” train. Thanks to my buddy/fellow-blogger PoorBritney and our mutual friend who shall remain nameless for now, I was turned on to the awesomeness that IS Hunter and Jessica. (And NO, smartasses, it’s not MY SON, Hunter in these fantastic videos. I bloody WISH.)
I nearly Peed. My. Pants. “Five hundred pound shut-in.” “DSW Shoe Warehouse Manager!” Only a queer and his hag can talk to each other that way. I should know.
Ummm…sorry if I offended anyone. But if you’re still reading this? “Walmart Urine Mopper.”
And I’m not sorry.