So enough about html and my bum bum. I mean, a weekend spent precariously perched on just one butt cheek is a hoot and all, but (!) there are only so many jokes to be made in regards to internal stitches before people start lalalalalala-ing over the sound of your voice, before they start texting you to please stop sending me pics of your ass! And by the way, the 48 hours are up--you're allowed to take a shower now. Happy Tuesday! I have been waiting and waiting to post this rad photo of a guy offering up some Taco Bell and something tells me the time is right. Not quite sure why I adore it so: is it the swoopy yellow logo? The bowl cut? The horribly clueless racist overtones of the mock black 'stache on the blond surfer kid?
And while we're on the subject of Not My Ass, I also love this pic of Jayne Mansfield doing her shopping sheathed in black lycra, and the fact that the pineapples appear to be just 15¢/lb. I guess I'd say that despite the fact that it very much looks and feels as if something rabid bit a chunk off my hindquarters and I don't know html from my a-hole, I am in good spirits. Swoopy yellow logos, pineapples... this weekend it was in the mid-70's so I kneeled in the dirt sort of off to one side and pulled out crabgrass, foxgloves, great big satisfying clumps of oxalis from damp, loose soil and felt a little bit like this: Which is to say maybe I looked disgusting? Sweaty, sticky, sizzlin' & stinky, but I felt fanfreakingtastic nonetheless.
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Like I said kids, a Happy Tuesday indeed.