Come on, guys. Let’s have bizarre celebrations.
Let’s pretend we don’t exist. Let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.
I am so amused by that song.
You know what else amuses me? Bowling for Soup’s Ohio (Come Back to Texas). It’s going along, nice and cheesy and a bit generic, and then it mentions Blue Bell, and then I get nice and cheesy and a bit generic, and like it.
There’s nothing wrong with Ohio, except the snow and the rain.
Why yes, I think I will come back to Texas. For ten days, anyway.