If you saw a diner chili dog sitting next to a planted bag of ice cream, would you push the mouth of doom into mud?
Silverfish, yellow.
Well, that post made my balls itch. I am jumping to the cowgod of dorm.
Only by facing the tigers of despair can we be content to live with the hedgehogs of promiscuous sex. Unless of course the llamas of perversion are tying upt he phone lines.
No wait, I meant tying up the chickens WITH the phone lines.