RWT: Jar Jar's Head, Watermelons and Your Johnson

This was supposed to be my Random Tuesday post, but it was a holiday where I live and as a result, Monday felt like Sunday and when I woke up yesterday and started reading posts I was all, "what the hell? It's Tuesday?" and I only work like three days a week so what's up with that?


What's a post without something Star Wars related?

Do you love watermelon in the summer? Goodie for you. I despise them and everything else in the melon family. Well... never mind. Anyway, ever wonder what happens when you combine absurd amounts of electricity and fruit? Thank god there's people out there who do.



            
4:30am Monday morning, Finn "spit up"... spit up, who uses that phrase? Pleasant old grandmothers and people who've obviously never been power puked on à la the Exorcist minus the head spinning and crawling on the ceiling. Now, I prefer sleeping in my, shall we say, natural state, so not only did I take the warm milky bath across my bare chest, but I was also treated to it coursing down my stomach and into my crooks and crannies. No, you didn't need to know that, but you came here of your own free will. I opened the door, you walked in. Now hand me a towel.

What BP could have done with the money. Funny and horribly horribly sad all at once.




You can't tell me the advertisers who made this didn't know what they were doing. via


Future Olympian.

Gratuitous baby shot #5.