Yesterday I offered to buy John some nipple pasties, but before you judge, it wasn't for anything "weird." It was just to cover his nipples.
You know, when he goes running. Because they hurt. His nipples, I mean. When he runs. I like talking. In short, choppy sentences. Like this.
Which just goes to show, well, everything except the nipples. But also that you should never make snap judgements on anything.
Take this cake, for example:
At first glance, it's just a pink bear with a little black nose being shunned by three invisible, barefoot ghosts.
BUT, look closer, and you soon realize ...
SWEET BETTY CROCKER, THAT BEAR IS EATING A BABY!!
Which explains why the ghosts are shunning him, if you think about it. After all, eating babies is never something you want to encourage - is it, bakers?
Of course, after a fifth or sixth glance you might start to think that isn't a bear at all, but rather a knitted pink snow suit with an unfortunate child stuck inside...being shunned by three invisible ghosts. Which makes SO much more sense for a baby shower. o.0
Right, I take it back: in this case, a snap judgement really IS the best option. It's a bear. And I like men who wear pasties. Because I'm a weirdo. A fun, fun weirdo.
Thanks to Joy O. for being weird with me. But not in a weird way.