I'd been told that Depp was the Gayest Pirate Ever, but I wasn't quite prepared for just how very, very gay that was.
Back From Europe
And boy are my arms tired. Seriously though, if I never hear the term 'anal probe' used again, it will be to soon. On the lighter side, Area 51 makes a damn fine tuna salad sandwich. Who knew? I'd get the recipe, but the Army is busy insisting that the lunchroom is just the reflection of Venus off some swamp gas.
Just a brief note. There are 100 people who have me friended now. Damn, that's eerie. I feel strangely required to be entertaining. Too bad this post flushes that idea down the tubes.