
"Hey, aren't you Cadborosaurus?"
That's the joke.
Pretty dismal overall posts for August. And now Summer is over. Let's hope I have a more industrious Autumn.

Imagine being in line at a coffee shop when all the sudden your enourmous hampster-boobs start singing the hampster-dance song. It's not funny in the least. Each year, litterally dozens of women are too embarassed to leave the seclusion of their own homes because of singing magic boobanimals.