Monthly Archives: August 2012

pumpkin, chickadee, and chubbs

Well it’s been a while.¬†I’ve been livin’ la vida loca Ricky Martin style and haven’t had a chance to post. ¬†However, there are more important things to discuss.

Exhibit 1:

Honey Boo Boo has her own show, and like a car wreck I can’t turn away. I’ve watched three episodes and so far Honey Boo Boo has gotten a pet pig named Glitzy, received an ultra sound of her belly, made a redneck water slide with a tarp, and participated in a mud pit belly flop contest.

It’s pure genius.

June, her mother, also itches her fleas at one point. You can’t make this shit up. It reminds me of the first season of Jersey Shore. That season was so amazing because they were so ridiculous and they were oblivious that people were laughing at them, not with them. I likened it to a show about gay men in the middle of San Francisco. But, I’ll settle for a show about rednecks in the south.

Exhibit 2:

All I’m going to say is ‘am I the only person who thinks perhaps this woman wasn’t the best spokesperson?’ I have a co-worker who believes one eye is larger than the other, whereas I just believe she talks funny.

Call me critical, and let’s just leave it at that.

Fleas and Pleas,


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