Big Balls in Cow Town (That is a song. I remember singing it when I was little riding in the car with my grandma. I can only assume she was singing along, too.)
Just a quick post today:
Before I start my work day, I always take an hour or so a few minutes to cruise some of my favorite websites. My favorite groups of websites to visit are the Cheezburger.com websites--checking out funny furry kittehs and goggies, epic fails, demotivational posters, hilarious facebook blunders, etc. It makes my insides feel all warm and fuzzy. In that "I found something funny" way, of course.
So I was on Failblog.org yesterday when I found this:
My first thought was NOT "What the hell?", which is actually pretty indicative of how far into the Twihole I've followed the white rabbit. (Or would it be Jacob's red Rabbit? <----That's probably another indicator right there.) My first thought was actually "Look at the balls on that chick" because, let's face it, it takes some big ones to show up to your prom toting the lifesize cardboard image of one of the most famous actors in the world portraying a mythical fictional character from a young adult vampire romance novel/most popular motion picture series ever.
And she's enjoying it. I would LOVE this. For my senior prom, I had to take my fiance (then boyfriend), who is adorable and fun but not at a prom. He wouldn't dance, he was pissed that there wasn't "real food", he didn't know anyone there because he was from another town, and he wanted to leave early but couldn't because I was on the clean-up crew and we had to go to a breakfast. So by the end of the night he was so tired that he fell asleep on the ride home and burned a hole in the fabric of my car with his cigarette. And we didn't even get to do it, but honestly, after he tried to set my car on fire, I wasn't really in the mood.
So no, Chick Who Took Cardboard Edward To Prom, congratulations. I'm glad your skirt was long enough to hide your giant cojones.
P.S. We wear WAAAY dressier gowns to our high school's prom, but I guess when your hometown is located in the middle of a field, any excuse to dress up results in going all out and then some.
Update: Here are Andee and I in all our 18-year-old glory (and our 18-year-old bodies)! *Sigh*