And because I am a woman of pomp and certain circumstance, I hereby declare these two the Petunia Face Prom King and Queen of Happy Hump Day!I do believe this gent possesses a certain je ne sais quoi worthy of title, non? If nothing else, he appears equipped to give you the time should you ask.
And this little lady--well, if hips are a sign of feminine wiles then this little lady is a camel of womanhood, storing wiles in those two impressive lumps should she come across a desert expanse of dry tumbleweed testosterone. I like to imagine the King and Queen living in this Castle of the Bizarre, the two of them carrying on like two bad actors in an "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter" commercial, touching each other's wrist just so.
And if that doesn't illustrate just how very random this Happy Hump Day thing will be, then nothing will.
From my castle to yours.
p.s. I feel compelled to point out how much I loathe the word hump, the term "hump day," the picture that comes to mind. Which makes this all the more absurd.