That commercial for Whiskas where the guy acts like a cat ("Hubert") freaks me out a bit...
Is there anything grosser than a humping dog?
*thinks to self*
Nope, I'm pretty sure there's nothing grosser than a dog that humps. On a scale of one to ten, I'd put a humping dog at a solid ten. In fact, I'd replace the scale with "on a scale of one to humping dog..." A humping dog actually triggers a bit of the old gag reflex, and that's sayin' somethin' because besides throwing up outta fear in the Ghostbusters movie theatre, and once when I had the Norwalk virus, not much triggers that sucker.
In other news, I'm off to the land of the lederhosen and Oom-pa-pa on Friday, courtesy of Free Samples and fab Cathy. Yaris and I will be making like the wind with the rest of the German's on the So'Oh autobahn/Highway 6. We all know the five words every girl at Octoberfest wants to hear, right?
Right?!
Count 'em off on your fingers for me, will ya?
Will.
You.
Polka.
With.
Me.
Like music (oom-pa-pa) to the ears, non? Here's hoping there's a replay of the last trip when someone was slipped a secret sausage...
No joke. Suzanne actually found a sausage in her purse...
*shifty eyes*
3 comments:
Hmmm I loved the sausage in the purse prank ... sausageyist good time eva! especially b/c it was one of those white sausages with pink bits in it ... sick sick double sick!
Fingers
Ew. But on the plus side, at least it wasn't a pink sausage with white bits.
I cannot wait to find men to polka with!!! This is going to be so fun and I adore getting drunk with my parents
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