It's hump day once again!

Don't let the fact that there's half the week left to go get you down. Rejoice in the fact that half of the week is behind you, and slap a smile on your face!



I just want to throw something in his mouth! Maybe a McRib? From my research, McRibs seem to be made at least partially of dog food.

Via Videogum, duh.

This cat does not want to wake up

This was so me this morning:



Ugh. Can I go back to sleep now? Stop trying to wake me and this cat up, crazy Russian speaking person!

Happy Hump Day

We're halfway through the work week, people. Just gotta slog through a couple more days, and then it's a long weekend! Remember, it could be worse - you could be Misery Bear:



Pete sent me this. Naturally.

Hump Day!

Oh, y'all, it's Wednesday. Thank ass, am I right? Halfway to the weekend! Shall we dance in celebration?



I sent this to my sister Goo last Hump Day, and she shared a wonderful story about her time in the Greenwood High School Marching Band:

When I was in the GHS band, one year we played T.L. Weston in Greenville, which was a truly thugged-out place. Their band played this song at halftime. The choreography was the lewdest thing I'd ever seen. They were practically having sex on the field. (Our director was not having that; we played the theme from "Aladdin.") When we left, the T.L. Weston kids threw rocks and bottles at our bus. All of this actually happened.

A quick internet search has shown me the sad news that T.L. Weston High School no longer exists, having been consolidated with another school. Another reminder that nothing gold can stay.

A hell of a day, and it's not even noon

Sometimes you just have to say...