Monday, November 8, 2010
The Moment We've All Been Waiting For.
Okay. So here it is. Ike can walk now, tentatively and drunkenly, just like his fat old man. I really screwed the pooch here. I had nine months to think about this, and yet I have nothing clever, or insightful, or funny here. I really still wasn't ready to watch this. Still not. And now I'm freaking out about what is or isn't locked up, and did the medicine and bleach get put up high, and oh boy we have a lot of lighters, and will he or won't he be interested in the cat shit in the litter pan, cuz he can get to all of that...
And how do we celebrate all this? By LOOKING AT MY MAH FUGGIN' SAWK, BEEEEEIIIIITCH!