Ah, the heady, celebratory days of summer:
Say this with your teeth gritted, and you'll sound like Sean Connery.
Ohh, and while you're at it, repeat after me:
Ha! Although really it should sound more like, "Schuck it, Trebek."
(Don't get it? This should help.)
Where was I?
So, school's out, and it's time for that quintessential summer activity:
Fun and sun at the beach!
Gee. Way to sell it, bakers.
Mmmm. Radioactive wasteland has never looked so...mildewy.
Uh, guys? Is this what I think it is?
OH NO YOU DID NOT, BAKERS.
(Yep, I really waited two whole years to post this wreck. The first person to cry "too soon!" has to eat it. :D)
Well, if an edible oil spill isn't your thing, then how about an edible hurricane?
(If you get that reference you win two gold stars and a 'nother cow.)
You know, on second thought, I think I'll just stay inside this summer. Seem safer that way. Y'all have fun out there, y'hear?
Thanks to today's wreckporters Hillary I., Audrey P., Kristen S., Jessica N., Hope R., & Thia S. for reminding me why I don't leave the house.