days run together like it’s one big long one, and if you want in then i’ve gotta have my fun

So I saw some ducks having a threesome the other morning on my way in to work. Only two of them were actually having the sex, but the other one was right there watching, and I think that should count. It was just like that time back in college when my girlfriend had one of her “friends” come over and, after a bottle or two of wine, one thing led to another and things adjourned to the bedroom; they may have technically been the ones having the sex, but I still went outside, climbed the trellis and watched from the window.

Total threesome.

Hey Internet, why the hell aren’t you already listening to the Ettes? The only people who don’t like them are lame, and we all know lameness is clinically proven to cause the cancer. And you don’t want that, do you? The cancer?

Do it now, then go buy their debut CD and go see them on tour and when you do, tell Coco I said “hi.” I’m hoping they’ll make it big and thank me in the liner notes of a CD, and when they do I’m totally rubbing it in your face.